The Old Homestead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFHIJIJDKDK LMLM

JEST as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'dA
Appears a meanin' hid from other eyesB
So in your simple homespun art old honest Yankee friendA
A power o' tearful sweet seggestion liesB
We see it all the pictur' that our mem'ries hold so dearC
The homestead in New England far awayD
An' the vision is so nat'ral like we almost seem to hearE
The voices that were heshed but yesterdayD
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Ah who'd ha' thought the music of that distant childhood timeF
Would sleep through all the changeful bitter yearsG
To waken into melodies like Chris'mas bells a chimeF
An' to claim the ready tribute of our tearsH
Why the robins in the maples an' the blackbirds round the pondI
The crickets an' the locusts in the leavesJ
The brook that chased the trout adown the hillside just beyondI
An' the swallers in their nests beneath the eavesJ
They all come troopin' back with you dear Uncle Josh to dayD
An' they seem to sing with all the joyous zestK
Of the days when we were Yankee boys an' Yankee girls at playD
With nary thought of livin' way out WestK
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God bless ye Denman Thomps'n for the good y' do our heartsL
With this music an' these memories o' youthM
God bless ye for the faculty that tops all human artsL
The good ol' Yankee faculty of TruthM

Eugene Field



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