Lines To My Father Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHIJ KLKL| The many sow but only the chosen reap | A |
| Happy the wretched host if Day be brief | B |
| That with the cool oblivion of sleep | A |
| A dawnless Night may soothe the smart of grief | B |
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| If from the soil our sweat enriches sprout | C |
| One meagre blossom for our hands to cull | D |
| Accustomed indigence provokes a shout | C |
| Of praise that life becomes so bountiful | D |
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| Now ushered regally into your own | E |
| Look where you will as far as eye can see | F |
| Your little seeds are to a fullness grown | E |
| And golden fruit is ripe on every tree | F |
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| Yours is no fairy gift no heritage | G |
| Without travail to which weak wills aspire | H |
| This is a merited and grief earned wage | I |
| From One Who holds His servants worth their hire | J |
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| So has the shyest of your dreams come true | K |
| Built not of sand but of the solid rock | L |
| Impregnable to all that may accrue | K |
| Of elemental rage storm stress and shock | L |
Countee Cullen
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