Home-sick Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCDCDD EFEFFGHGHH IHIHHHJHJJ KLKLLGEGEE| O time great Healer canst thou still | A |
| The crying hearts that feel the knife | B |
| O great Restorer canst thou fill | A |
| The wide gaps broken out of life | B |
| By love and duty's bitter strife | B |
| O Friend and canst thou as they say | C |
| Soothe all our troubles on thy breast | D |
| Till calm in death they pass away | C |
| And one by one are laid to rest | D |
| In unknown graves beyond our quest | D |
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| Nay there's a wound thou canst not ease | E |
| Nay there's a sickness past thine art | F |
| Ah me while I'm beyond the seas | E |
| There'll be a sore place in my heart | F |
| That at a touch will throb and smart | F |
| Nay nay with all thy skill with all | G |
| The care and cunning thou mayst spend | H |
| Thou canst but weakly patch the wall | G |
| That wrench of parting came to rend | H |
| That gap no mason's hand can mend | H |
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| And as for buried sorrows one | I |
| Hears every sound above its head | H |
| Joys and prosperities may run | I |
| With happy footsteps o'er the dead | H |
| This grief of absence feels the tread | H |
| O Time thy graveyard is a street | H |
| Thy graves no sculptured records crown | J |
| Yet this one trod of many feet | H |
| Still shows the heap'd earth fresh and brown | J |
| No foot of joy can press it down | J |
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| There velvet mosses soon will creep | K |
| And grey and golden lichens grow | L |
| There sweet white snowdrops soon will peep | K |
| And purple violets bud and blow | L |
| From winter's bosom cloak'd in snow | L |
| There summer lights and shades will fall | G |
| And soft rains patter through the trees | E |
| There slender grasses frail and tall | G |
| Will weave and whisper in the breeze | E |
| 'Twill be a grave in spite of these | E |
Ada Cambridge
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