Robert Burns acknowledged his debt to the tragic Robert Fergusson, paid for his gravestone, and wrote affectingly about him. Both poets (and Robert Louis Stevenson) are saluted in a “Three Rabbies” ceremony in Edinburgh’s Canongate Kirk-yard today at 11am. Here is Burns on Fergusson.

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And other lines on Fergusson

No sculptur’d marble here, nor pompous lay,

‘No story’d urn nor animated bust’;

This simple stone directs pale Scotia’s way

To pour her sorrow o’er her poet’s dust…

O thou, my elder brother in Misfortune,

By far my elder Brother in the muse,

With tears I pity thy unhappy fate!

Why is the Bard unfitted for the world,

Yet has so keen a relish of its Pleasures…

Ill-fated Genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson,

What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,

To think Life’s sun did set e’er well begun

To shed its influence on thy bright career.

O why should truest Worth and Genius pine,

Beneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe,

While titled knaves and idiot-greatness shine

In all the splendour Fortune can bestow?