The Sylvan Cabin - A Centenary Ode On The Birth Of Lincoln Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTU VWXYL A ZA2B2C2A2SD2E2A2F2G2 H2I2J2D2K2L2D2M2MN2O 2P2D2 Q2D2D2D2AD2R2D2F2O2S 2WD2T2 A LD2D2U2V2W2X2LD2N2AV PY2U2D2RZ2MD2A3B3 A3 A3YA3C3SD3ME3D2D2F3G 3H3I3J3VK3D2F2L3M3N3 O3D2K2D2D2N3P3Q3D2R3 S3 A3 D2F2VD2OD2T3D2T3D2U3 D2U2D2D2H3SM3M3D3VD2 V3M3 A3 M2M3D2M3L3W2W3CD2U3D 2KA3A3F2O3X3M3Y3Z3O2 M A3 D2D3MA4D2A3VM3Y3S3M3 D2D2B4K3MM3M3C4U2MD2 M3RW2M3A3M3A3M3M3L3A 3M3D3MM3D4A3I | A |
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O fairest Dame of sylvan glades | B |
We come to pay thee homage due | C |
Embrace thee softly and to kiss | D |
Thy lovely long forsaken cheeks | E |
To smooth thy flowing silver locks | F |
And bind about thy snowy neck | G |
A necklace golden studded full | H |
With rarest gems and shining pearls | I |
Our eyes though sometimes dimmed with tears | J |
In purer lustre sparkle forth | K |
Whene'er they fall agaze on thee | L |
Our ears attuned to thy sweet lay | M |
Catch every flowing cadent note | N |
And bear it ever safe within | O |
Our rapturous hearts which gladly leap | P |
Whene'er thy name is called | Q |
Deep in our souls the quenchless fire | R |
Of love full brightly burns upon | S |
The sacred altar set apart | T |
For sprite commune and sacrifice | U |
Whose high priest tends with loving care | V |
And unto thee sweet incense burns | W |
Our tongues most gladly sing thy praise | X |
And from it ne'er shall cease till all | Y |
The land be free | L |
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II | A |
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A century lonely hast thou stood | Z |
Here all forsaken and forgot | A2 |
All men failed thee to visit save | B2 |
Some idle lover of sylvan haunts | C2 |
Who trod perchance this hallowed spot | A2 |
And cast a pensive eye upon | S |
This lovely glade thy sole abode | D2 |
Full lost in these continuous woods | E2 |
And brooding o'er thy lowly lot | A2 |
Oft thus did muse This cabin lone | F2 |
Here stands to tell the tale of him | G2 |
Back woodsman brave who having scaled | H2 |
The mystic mountains ne'er returned | I2 |
To them though loved yet left behind | J2 |
But here he chose his last abode | D2 |
These gloomy woods whose blackness stands | K2 |
Up hard against horizon's slope | L2 |
Grim spectral dreaded and untrod | D2 |
Save monsters great of savage mien | M2 |
That prowled or crouched upon their prey | M |
Sent forth a vicious roar that fairly shook | N2 |
Old Sylvia far and near from vale | O2 |
Through crag to mountain peak | P2 |
Upon this spot the redskin oft | D2 |
Has danced his 'War dance' and his 'Feast ' | - |
His face a reddish hue aglow | Q2 |
Long locks with eaglets' plumes bedecked | D2 |
His bow and never failing dart | D2 |
And scalper dangling at his side | D2 |
More brightly gleamed his wary eye | A |
As braves the war whoop loudly yelled | D2 |
A sight more like the fiery fiends | R2 |
From Pluto's ghastly shore returned | D2 |
Than human blood and bone | F2 |
They all have gone and left no tale | O2 |
But woe which hurled them ever hence | S2 |
To that shore whence no bark returns | W |
Old Cabin thou a land mark art | D2 |
Of human progress' steady march | T2 |
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III | A |
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Of thee | L |
Thus has time passed with naught more said | D2 |
For man in his pedantic art | D2 |
Soars far in feeble flights of song | U2 |
From Nature's heart and thus he fails | V2 |
With Nature's God to hold commune | W2 |
The bard has slept dreamed many a dream | X2 |
But failed to dream one dream of thee | L |
High hangs his lyre on willow reed | D2 |
And sitting 'neath yon shady nook | N2 |
He fails to catch one note of thy | A |
Immortal song that fills the air | V |
Awake O bard from sleep so deep | P |
Attune thy lyre let Nature breathe | Y2 |
In her immortal breath of song | U2 |
Then wilt thou sing a song most sweet | D2 |
The song by Nature's vesper choir | R |
Through all the countless ages sung | Z2 |
And still is singing day by day | M |
Then all the world will join thy sweet | D2 |
Refrain in praise and ardent love | A3 |
Of this fair forest Dame | B3 |
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IV | A3 |
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The nations all their day shall have | A3 |
Yet each in turn shall rise and fall | Y |
As falls the dark brown autumn leaf | A3 |
Or as those dread sky kissing tides | C3 |
Which toss frail barks high upon | S |
Some ghastly frowning storm beat shore | D3 |
Though slowly yet quite surely ebb away | M |
Aye Egypt fair once spread the Nile | E3 |
And green bay tree like proudly flourished | D2 |
Her snowy sails sea ports bedecked | D2 |
And deeply ploughed the rolling main | F3 |
Or clave the placid lakes as does | G3 |
The gentle swan when some soft breeze | H3 |
The bulrush stirs flings its perfume | I3 |
Upon the rippling silver waves | J3 |
Fair cities dotted here and there | V |
Her vast domain Her royal line | K3 |
Of Pharaohs held the sceptre gold | D2 |
Upon her all emblazoned throne | F2 |
Now Egypt fair is wreck and ruin | L3 |
For as fled on the flight of years | M3 |
The unrelenting Hand of time | N3 |
Wiped her sweet visage off the globe | O3 |
Naught save the grim grey pyramid | D2 |
Sublimest work of man yet stands | K2 |
To greet the rosy morn with proud | D2 |
Uplifted head expanded chest | D2 |
A death defiant scoff at time | N3 |
Yet hoary Time in his wild rage | P3 |
Of wreck and ruin like Jove shall hurl | Q3 |
His fiery bolts upon the head | D2 |
Of pyramid with ire and crush | R3 |
And raze it to its base with scorn | S3 |
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V | A3 |
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Next Greece the fairest nymph that trod | D2 |
This belted globe upon once shone | F2 |
As shines the Morning Orb long ere | V |
The Dawn the rosy East has kissed | D2 |
High reared her sacred temples in | O |
Olympia's shady groves and built | D2 |
There sacred altars to her gods | T3 |
Old Zeus and Phoebus oft here sat | D2 |
In council with their fellow gods | T3 |
And Homer fiery bard was first | D2 |
To smite the chords of nature's lyre | U3 |
Sweet sang he till the earth was filled | D2 |
With rarest strains of rapturous song | U2 |
Then art and letters blew and blushed | D2 |
The fairest flowers of ages past | D2 |
Whose essence spilled upon the breeze | H3 |
Is wafted still forever on | S |
The twin deft with the flight of years | M3 |
And man in calm delight inhales | M3 |
The fragrance of pure classic lore | D3 |
But Greece is gone Her statues fair | V |
Are mingled with the dust each god | D2 |
Has flown some fairer clime to rule | V3 |
Or subdued walks the dark abyss | M3 |
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VI | A3 |
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Then Rome the gaudy Southern Queen | M2 |
On seven rugged rock ribbed hills | M3 |
Securely built her throne The world | D2 |
Then saw a mighty power rise | M3 |
In splendor great as does the sun | L3 |
On some young swift winged morn of June | W2 |
A brighter dawning seemed to break | W3 |
Another life was lived for through | C |
The Roman vein there coursed a blood | D2 |
A fiery burning blood of ire | U3 |
That rose and conquered all the world | D2 |
Great C sar led her legions forth | K |
From victory on to victory | A3 |
And hung her royal pennons high | A3 |
In tower palace hall and throne | F2 |
The Roman sceptre swayed the globe | O3 |
Soft music soothed her savage ear | X3 |
Fine arts and sculptor were her toys | M3 |
And glory was her starry crown | Y3 |
But now we read the Fall of Rome | Z3 |
The doleful lay that tells the tale | O2 |
Of all who thus have passed away | M |
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VII | A3 |
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To thee fair Dame we thus relate | D2 |
The things which were but are no more | D3 |
That thou mightest know the worldly way | M |
And knowing have no timid fear | A4 |
To ever stir thy peaceful breast | D2 |
No fate like theirs awaits for thee | A3 |
For Fortune's maid shall tend with care | V |
Thy every nod and beck yes place | M3 |
Upon thy queenly brow a crown | Y3 |
The starry crown by Freedom worn | S3 |
'Tis true no flint rock ribs thy base | M3 |
No stone thy corner marks for that | D2 |
What carest thou For boasted pride | D2 |
Thy frame is of the sturdy oak | B4 |
Inlaid with ribs of stately pine | K3 |
The Prince and Princess twain are they | M |
Of all Columbia's giant woods | M3 |
The sylvan songsters sing thy praise | M3 |
From dawn till set of sun and then | C4 |
The nightingale the queen of song | U2 |
In praise of thee poureth forth her lay | M |
Till every mellow silver note | D2 |
Far floating in the silent trees | M3 |
Is taken by an elfish choir | R |
And chanted softly to the moon | W2 |
The eagle her wee eaglets tells | M3 |
Of thee that they may freedom love | A3 |
Then soaring full beyond the clouds | M3 |
She looks with vaunted pride on thee | A3 |
So must thy spirit fill the hearts | M3 |
Of all Columbia's youth as once | M3 |
It filled old Honest Abe thy son | L3 |
Thy pride the first born of thy love | A3 |
For when each lowly lad well knows | M3 |
That ever upwards he may soar | D3 |
Beyond vain tyrants' galling sway | M |
To fairer climes where Freedom reigns | M3 |
Then will the shadow of thy wing | D4 |
For aye to them a shelter be | A3 |
Edward Smyth Jones
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