St. Louis: A Song Of The City Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KCKC LMLM NONO| I was in St Louis when their mystic Prophet came | A |
| From his dark mysterious haunts to gaze upon the throngs | B |
| None had ever seen his face and none could tell his name | A |
| Yet they greeted him with cheers and welcomed him with songs | B |
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| 'Who is he ' I asked of men standing by my side | C |
| 'No one knows they answered me pausing then to cheer | D |
| 'Once a year he comes to us through the streets to ride | C |
| Comes to crown his chosen queen and then to disappear | D |
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| None there was could tell his name in all that crowded place | E |
| Deep and dark the secret which the people talked about | F |
| But I knew that I had seen the Prophet s shining face | E |
| Seen it on the city's streets beyond the slightest doubt | F |
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| I had seen it everywhere in factories and stores | G |
| Seen it walking Locust Street at morning noon and night | H |
| Seen it at the schoolhouse and at humble cottage doors | G |
| Seen it at the churches and I knew that I was right | H |
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| Twas no vague and shadowy form no dim and spectral wraith | I |
| Heralded by bugle blasts and drums which beat and roll | J |
| Here it was the symbol of a city s sturdy faith | I |
| Him they called the Prophet was the city's living soul | J |
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| Love of country love of home and love of nobler things | K |
| All that makes a city great the Prophet typified | C |
| Gardens in the tiny yards the songs a mother sings | K |
| These the multitude beheld as children open eyed | C |
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| Not upon the wealth of gold the emphasis was laid | L |
| Not upon the fleeting fame of marble buildings tall | M |
| But upon the lasting works of which are cities made | L |
| Noble hearts and kindly ways and God above them all | M |
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| Here's a city great and good a city staunch and true | N |
| A city where the best of life is found on every hand | O |
| For when the Prophet vanished what had made it so I knew | N |
| For I had seen the city s soul and I could understand | O |
Edgar Albert Guest
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