James Drummond Burns

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James Drummond Burns (February 18, 1823 – November 27, 1864) was a Scottish presbyterian minister and poet. Burns was born in Edinburgh on February 18, 1823, and was educated through the charitable foundation of Heriot's Hospital. He and two other boys got through the prescribed curriculum two years before the usual time of leaving; whereupon the governor sent them to the rector's class at the high school, something never done before. He developed an interested in religion at New Greyfriars church, under Daniel Wilkie. In November 1837 he entered the arts classes at the Edinburgh University and he owed much to the influence of the moral philosophy lectures of John Wilson (‘Christopher North’). In November 1841 he proceeded to the divinity classes under Chalmers and David Welsh, and followed them in 1843 to the new divinity hall established by the Free Church of Scotland. Early in 1845 Chalmers sent him to preach at the Free church, Dunblane and was later ordained in August of that year. Overwork soon brought on an alarming attack in the right lung, and he was advised to spent the winter in Madeira. He was appointed to the congregation at Funchal under the Free church colonial mission, and landed on September 21, 1847. His diary of this period, though chiefly occupied with devotional and theological matter, gives interesting glimpses of a poetic nature. He left Madeira on 27 May 1848 and arrived at Broadstairs on 11 June 1848. Under medical advice he was induced to return, with a view to take permanent charge of the presbyterian congregation at Funchal. Set free from Dunblane on October 4. he sailed again on October 6 and arrived back in Madeira. In the summer of 1853 he left Madeira considerably improved in health. After preaching at Brighton and St. Heliers, he settled on 22 May 1855 with the newly formed presbyterian congregation in Well Walk, Hampstead. He married, in the autumn of 1859, Margaret, daughter of Major-general John Macdonald, of the Bengal service, and widow of Lieutenant A. Procter, of the same. He was a noted poet and writer. Notable works include ‘The Vision of Prophecy, and other Poems,’ (1854), ‘The Heavenly Jerusalem, or Glimpses within the Gates,’ (1856), and ‘The Climax, or on Condemnation and no Separation, a sermon, with an Illustration by another Hand,’ (1865). Besides these he contributed the article ‘Hymns’ to the eighth edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica and a series of papers on the cities of the Bible to the ‘Family Treasury,’ edited by Reverend A. Cameron. His ‘Remains’ consist of hymns and miscellaneous verse, thirty-nine translations from German hymns, versions of six psalms, selections from an unpublished poem called ‘The Evening Hymn,’ thirteen sermons, and two prose fragments. His ministry in Hampstead was successful, and a new church was built. In 1863 a manse was added. Burns was a man of catholic spirit; he admitted, as a member of his church, one who frankly said he ‘was not a strict presbyterian,’ and who professed simply to be a Christian. His preaching was practical and emotional, rather than dogmatic; its effect was much assisted by a voice which is said to have resembled that of Maurice. His personal influence was stronger than his pulpit work. In the man there was a vein of kindly humour, which never lighted up his preaching. Burns was also one of the examining board of the English Presbyterian Theological College. In church courts he took little part; but going in 1863 to the English presbyterian synod at Manchester, and thence on a deputation to the Free church assembly in Edinburgh, he contracted a severe cold. In January 1864 he went to Mentone. In May he resorted to Switzerland but returned to Mentone in October, and there died on Sunday, November 27, 1864.)

The Best Poem Of James Drummond Burns

For England

The bugles of England were blowing o’er the sea,
As they had called a thousand years, calling now to me;
They woke me from dreaming in the dawning of the day,
The bugles of England – and how could I stay?

The banners of England, unfurled across the sea,
Floating out upon the wind, were beckoning to me;
Storm-rent and battle-torn, smoke stained and grey,
The banners of England – and how cold I stay?

O England, I heard the cry of those that died for thee,
Sounding like an organ-voice across the winter sea;
They lived and died for England, and gladly went their way-
England, O England – how could
I
stay?

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