The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication Poem Rhyme Scheme

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FRIEND of old days of suffering storm and strife	A
Patient and kind through many a wild appeal	B
In the arena of thy brilliant life	A
Never too busy or too cold to feel	B
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Companion from whose ever teeming store	C
Of thought and knowledge happy memory brings	D
So much of social wit and sage's lore	C
Garnered and gleaned by me as precious things	D
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Kinsman of him whose very name soon grew	E
Unreal as music heard in pleasant dreams	F
So vain the hope my girlish fancy drew	E
So faint and far his vanished presence seems	F
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To thee I dedicate this record brief	G
Of foreign scenes and deeds too little known	H
This tale of noble souls who conquered grief	G
By dint of tending sufferings not their own	H
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Thou hast known all my life its pleasant hours	I
How many of them have I owed to thee	J
Its exercise of intellectual powers	I
With thoughts of fame and gladness not to be	J
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Thou knowest how Death for ever dogged my way	K
And how of those I loved the best and those	L
Who loved and pitied me in life's young day	K
Narrow and narrower still the circle grows	L
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Thou knowest for thou hast proved the dreary shade	M
A first born's loss casts over lonely days	N
And gone is now the pale fond smile that made	M
In my dim future yet a path of rays	N
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Gone the dear comfort of a voice whose sound	O
Came like a beacon bell heard clear above	P
The whirl of violent waters surging round	O
Speaking to shipwrecked ears of help and love	P
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The joy that budded on my own youth's bloom	Q
When life wore still a glory and a gloss	R
Is hidden from me in the silent tomb	Q
Smiting with premature unnatural loss	R
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So that my very soul is wrung with pain	S
Meeting old friends whom most I love to see	J
Where are the younger lives since these remain	S
I weep the eyes that should have wept for me	J
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But all the more I cling to those who speak	T
Like thee in tones unaltered by my change	U
Greeting my saddened glance and faded cheek	T
With the same welcome that seemed sweet and strange	U
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In early days when I of gifts made proud	V
That could the notice of such men beguile	W
Stood listening to thee in some brilliant crowd	V
With the warm triumph of a youthful smile	W
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Oh little now remains of all that was	X
Even for this gift of linking measured words	Y
My heart oft questions with discouraged pause	Z
Does music linger in the slackening chords	A2
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Yet friend I feel not that all power is fled	B2
While offering to thee for the kindly years	C2
The intangible gift of thought whose silver thread	B2
Heaven keeps untarnished by our bitterest tears	D2
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So in the brooding calm that follows woe	E2
This tale of LA GARAYE I fain would tell	F2
As when some earthly storm hath ceased to blow	E2
And the huge mounting sea hath ceased to swell	F2
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After the maddening wrecking and the roar	C
The wild high dash the moaning sad retreat	G2
Some cold slow wave creeps faintly to the shore	C
And leaves a white shell at the gazer's feet	G2
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Take then the poor gift in thy faithful hand	H2
Measure its worth not merely by my own	H
But hold it dear as gathered from the sand	H2
Where so much wreck of youth and hope lies strown	H
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So if in years to come my words abide	I2
Words of the dead to stir some living brain	H
When thoughtful readers lay my book aside	I2
Musing on all it tells of joy and pain	H
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Towards thee good heart towards thee their thoughts shall roam	J2
Whose unforsaking faith time hath not riven	H
And to their minds this just award shall come	K2
'Twas a TRUE friend to whom such thanks were given	H

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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