Man was Made to Mourn: a Dirge

Man was Made to Mourn: a Dirge by Robert Burns

On a bleak November evening beside the banks of Ayr, the speaker meets an aged, care-worn man who asks why the young stranger wanders and invites him to mourn the miseries of humankind. The old sage says that, over many years, he has repeatedly seen proof that man was made to mourn. He condemns the waste and unruly passions of youth, then contrasts the usefulness and strength of manhood with the suffering of old age, when care, poverty, and weakness unite. Though some appear favoured by fate and live amid wealth and pleasure, he insists that multitudes everywhere are wretched and forlorn. Human beings are burdened by natural ills and deepen their suffering through regret, remorse, shame, and especially cruelty toward one another. The sage points to an overworked poor man who must beg permission to labour from a proud fellow mortal, only to be refused while his wife and helpless children grieve. He questions why a person would be given an independent will if Nature intended him to be another man’s slave, and why any man should possess the power to inflict sorrow on his fellow. Yet he tells the youth not to be overwhelmed, because this unjust condition cannot be the final portion of the poor, oppressed, honest man. He believes there must be some recompense for those who mourn. For the aged and burdened poor, Death is presented as a kind and welcome friend, bringing rest and relief from the weariness that the rich and powerful fear to lose.

By Robert Burns · First published 1786 · Genre: Dirge, Lyric Poetry, Philosophical Poetry · 830 words

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When chill November's surly blast / Made fields and forests bare, / One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth / Along the banks of Ayr, / I spied a man, whose aged step / Seem'd weary, worn with care; / His face furrow'd o'er with years, / And hoary was his hair.

"Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou? " / Began the rev'rend sage; / "Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, / Or youthful pleasure's rage? / Or haply, prest with cares and woes, / Too soon thou hast began / To wander forth, with me to mourn / The miseries of man.

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Scottish poetry · eighteenth-century literature · Ayrshire · November landscape · dialogue poem · dirge · elegiac verse · social criticism · human suffering · mortality · old age · poverty

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