Henry George Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLM NLOP Q N RSNTUVW XYZPA2LZB2C2D2E2F2G2 H2E2D2CE2I2J2U

MelbourneA
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I CAME to buy a book It was a shopB
Down in a narrow quiet street and hereC
They kept I knew these socialistic booksD
I entered All was bare but clean and neatE
The shelves were ranged with unsold wares the counterF
Held a few sheets and papers Here and thereG
Hung prints and calendars I rapped and straightH
A young Girl came out through the inner doorI
She had a clear and simple face I sawJ
She had no beauty loveliness nor charmK
But as your eyes met those grey light lit eyesL
Like to a mountain spring so pure you thoughtM
'He'd be a clever man who looked and lied '-
I asked her for the book We spoke a littleN
Her words were as her face was as her eyesL
Yes she'd read many books like this of mineO
Also some poets Shelley Byron tooP
And Tennyson but 'poets only dreamed '-
Thus then we talked until by chance I spokeQ
A phrase and then a name 'Twas 'Henry George '-
Her face lit up O it was beautifulN
Or never woman's face was 'Henry George '-
She said And then a look a flush a smileR
Such as sprung up in Magdalen 's cheekS
When some voice uttered Jesus made her angelN
She turned and pointed up the counter IT
Loosing mine eyes from that ensainted faceU
Looked also 'Twas a print a common printV
The head and shoulders of a man She saidW
Quite in a whisper 'That's him Henry George '-
Darling that in this life of wrong and woeX
The lovely woman soul within you broodedY
And wept and loved and hated and pitiedZ
And knew not what its helplessness could doP
Its helplessness its sheer bewildermentA2
That then those eyes should fall those angel eyesL
On one who'd brooded wept loved hated pitiedZ
Even as you had but therefrom had sprungB2
A hope a plan a scheme to right this wrongC2
And make this woe less hateful to the sunD2
And that pure soul had found its Master thusE2
To listen to remember watch and loveF2
And trust the dawn that rose up through the darkG2
O this was goodH2
For me to see as for some weary hopelessE2
Longer and toiler for 'the Kingdom of Heaven'D2
To stand some lifeless twilight hour and hearC
There in a dim lit house of LazarusE2
Mary who said 'Thus thus he looked he spakeI2
The Master ' So to hear her rapturous wordsJ2
And gaze upon her up raised heavenly faceU

Francis William Lauderdale Adams



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