The Fishing Cure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL MBMBNONO

There's nothing that builds up a toil weary soulA
Like a day on a streamB
Back on the banks of the old fishing holeA
Where a fellow can dreamB
There's nothing so good for a man as to fleeC
From the city and lieD
Full length in the shade of a whispering treeC
And gaze at the skyD
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Out there where the strife and the greed are forgotE
And the struggle for pelfF
A man can get rid of each taint and each spotE
And clean up himselfF
He can be what he wanted to be when a boyG
If only in dreamsH
And revel once more in the depths of a joyG
That's as real as it seemsH
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The things that he hates never follow him thereI
The jar of the streetJ
The rivalries petty the struggling unfairI
For the open is sweetJ
In purity's realm he can rest and be cleanK
Be he humble or greatL
And as peaceful his soul may become as the sceneK
That his eyes contemplateL
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It is good for the world that men hunger to goM
To the banks of a streamB
And weary of sham and of pomp and of showM
They have somewhere to dreamB
For this life would be dreary and sordid and baseN
Did they not now and thenO
Seek refreshment and calm in God's wide open spaceN
And come back to be menO

Edgar Albert Guest



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