The Passing Of 'boss' Shepherd Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The sullen church bell's intermittent moan	A
The dirge's melancholy monotone	A
The measured march the drooping flags attest	B
A great man's progress to his place of rest	B
Along broad avenues himself decreed	C
To serve his fellow men's disputed need	C
Past parks he raped away from robbers' thrift	D
And gave to poverty wherein to lift	D
Its voice to curse the giver and the gift	D
Past noble structures that he reared for men	E
To meet in and revile him tongue and pen	E
Draws the long retinue of death to show	F
The fit credentials of a proper woe	F
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'Boss' Shepherd you are dead Your hand no more	G
Throws largess to the mobs that ramp and roar	G
For blood of benefactors who disdain	H
Their purity of purpose to explain	H
Their righteous motive and their scorn of gain	H
Your period of dream 'twas but a breath	I
Is closed in the indifference of death	I
Sealed in your silences to you alike	J
If hands are lifted to applaud or strike	J
No more to your dull inattentive ear	K
Praise of to day than curse of yesteryear	L
From the same lips the honied phrases fall	M
That still are bitter from cascades of gall	M
We note the shame you in your depth of dark	N
The red writ testimony cannot mark	N
On every honest cheek your senses all	M
Locked incommunicado in your pall	O
Know not who sit and blush who stand and bawl	M
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'Seven Grecian cities claim great Homer dead	P
Through which the living Homer begged his	Q
bread '	-
So sang as if the thought had been his own	A
An unknown bard improving on a known	A
'Neglected genius ' that is sad indeed	C
But malice better would ignore than heed	C
And Shepherd's soul we rightly may suspect	R
Prayed often for the mercy of neglect	R
When hardly did he dare to leave his door	G
Without a guard behind him and before	G
To save him from the gentlemen that now	S
In cheap and easy reparation bow	S
Their corrigible heads above his corse	T
To counterfeit a grief that's half remorse	T
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The pageant passes and the exile sleeps	U
And well his tongue the solemn secret keeps	U
Of the great peace he found afar until	V
Death's writ of extradition to fulfill	V
They brought him helpless from that friendly zone	A
To be a show and pastime in his own	A
A final opportunity to those	W
Who fling with equal aim the stone and rose	W
That at the living till his soul is freed	C
This at the body to conceal the deed	C
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Lone on his hill he's lying to await	X
What added honors may befit his state	X
The monument the statue or the arch	Y
Where knaves may come to weep and dupes to march	Y
Builded by clowns to brutalize the scenes	Z
His genius beautified To get the means	Z
His newly good traducers all are dunned	A2
For contributions to the conscience fund	A2
If each subscribe and pay one cent 'twill rear	L
A structure taller than their tallest ear	K

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