text:  Daughter of the poet's mother! Here we hail thee with delight; Shower'd be every earthly blessing On thy locks of silver white!-- Sons of Burns a hearty welcome Welcome home from India's strand To a heart-loved land far dearer Since your glorious Father's land:-- Words are worthless--look around you-- Labour'd tomes far less could say To the sons of such a father Than the sight of such a day! VIII