Poem Delivered On The Fourteenth Anniversary Of California's Admission Into The Union, Septemb Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGHHIIJJKL MMNNOO PPQQRRSS TTUUVVWWXXNN YYZZA2A2B2B2C2C2D2E2 ZZ A2A2F2F2UUF2G2FFH2H2 EEZZC2I2A2A2We meet in peace though from our native East | A |
The sun that sparkles on our birthday feast | A |
Glanced as he rose on fields whose dews were red | B |
With darker tints than those Aurora spread | B |
Though shorn his rays his welcome disk concealed | C |
In the dim smoke that veiled each battlefield | C |
Still striving upward in meridian pride | D |
He climbed the walls that East and West divide | D |
Saw his bright face flashed back from golden sand | E |
And sapphire seas that lave the Western land | E |
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Strange was the contrast that such scenes disclose | F |
From his high vantage o'er eternal snows | F |
There War's alarm the brazen trumpet rings | G |
Here his love song the mailed cicala sings | G |
There bayonets glitter through the forest glades | H |
Here yellow cornfields stack their peaceful blades | H |
There the deep trench where Valor finds a grave | I |
Here the long ditch that curbs the peaceful wave | I |
There the bold sapper with his lighted train | J |
Here the dark tunnel and its stores of gain | J |
Here the full harvest and the wain's advance | K |
There the Grim Reaper and the ambulance | L |
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With scenes so adverse what mysterious bond | M |
Links our fair fortunes to the shores beyond | M |
Why come we here last of a scattered fold | N |
To pour new metal in the broken mould | N |
To yield our tribute stamped with Caesar's face | O |
To Caesar stricken in the market place | O |
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Ah love of country is the secret tie | P |
That joins these contrasts 'neath one arching sky | P |
Though brighter paths our peaceful steps explore | Q |
We meet together at the Nation's door | Q |
War winds her horn and giant cliffs go down | R |
Like the high walls that girt the sacred town | R |
And bares the pathway to her throbbing heart | S |
From clustered village and from crowded mart | S |
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Part of God's providence it was to found | T |
A Nation's bulwark on this chosen ground | T |
Not Jesuit's zeal nor pioneer's unrest | U |
Planted these pickets in the distant West | U |
But He who first the Nation's fate forecast | V |
Placed here His fountains sealed for ages past | V |
Rock ribbed and guarded till the coming time | W |
Should fit the people for their work sublime | W |
When a new Moses with his rod of steel | X |
Smote the tall cliffs with one wide ringing peal | X |
And the old miracle in record told | N |
To the new Nation was revealed in gold | N |
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Judge not too idly that our toils are mean | Y |
Though no new levies marshal on our green | Y |
Nor deem too rashly that our gains are small | Z |
Weighed with the prizes for which heroes fall | Z |
See where thick vapor wreathes the battle line | A2 |
There Mercy follows with her oil and wine | A2 |
Or where brown Labor with its peaceful charm | B2 |
Stiffens the sinews of the Nation's arm | B2 |
What nerves its hands to strike a deadlier blow | C2 |
And hurl its legions on the rebel foe | C2 |
Lo for each town new rising o'er our State | D2 |
See the foe's hamlet waste and desolate | E2 |
While each new factory lifts its chimney tall | Z |
Like a fresh mortar trained on Richmond's wall | Z |
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For this O brothers swings the fruitful vine | A2 |
Spread our broad pastures with their countless kine | A2 |
For this o'erhead the arching vault springs clear | F2 |
Sunlit and cloudless for one half the year | F2 |
For this no snowflake e'er so lightly pressed | U |
Chills the warm impulse of our mother's breast | U |
Quick to reply from meadows brown and sere | F2 |
She thrills responsive to Spring's earliest tear | G2 |
Breaks into blossom flings her loveliest rose | F |
Ere the white crocus mounts Atlantic snows | F |
And the example of her liberal creed | H2 |
Teaches the lesson that to day we heed | H2 |
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Thus ours the lot with peaceful generous hand | E |
To spread our bounty o'er the suffering land | E |
As the deep cleft in Mariposa's wall | Z |
Hurls a vast river splintering in its fall | Z |
Though the rapt soul who stands in awe below | C2 |
Sees but the arching of the promised bow | I2 |
Lo the far streamlet drinks its dews unseen | A2 |
And the whole valley wakes a brighter green | A2 |
Bret Harte
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