The Farmer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FCFCAEAE GHGHIEIE JKJKLELE MNMNMEME| Let nations encircle the brows of the brave | A |
| With glory the greatest that glitters below | B |
| Who make in the blood of the battle a grave | A |
| For all that are found in the ranks of the foe | B |
| But I from the greatness the grandeur and gleam | C |
| Would turn to the light of clear glowing hearth | D |
| And choose from his joy for the soul of my theme | C |
| The farmer the lord and the king of the earth | E |
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| Let millions give worship to riches and wealth | F |
| That gay in their brilliancy sparkle and gleam | C |
| And serve with the hands of their happiest health | F |
| The haughty who idle and revel and dream | C |
| In hall or in hamlet in cottage or cave | A |
| Or sickened with sorrow or maddened with mirth | E |
| There's none I shall serve with the will of a slave | A |
| But the farmer the lord and the king of the earth | E |
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| Let poets in praises heart swelling and sweet | G |
| With rapture that rises in beautiful song | H |
| Make sages immortal and ages replete | G |
| With hundreds of heroes who wrestled the wrong | H |
| All honest men well from the Muses may claim | I |
| The numbers that murmur to merit and worth | E |
| And so I would fold in the mantles of fame | I |
| The farmer the lord and the king of the earth | E |
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| Let orators over the deeds of the great | J |
| Re echo the tributes of tenderest praise | K |
| And over the ashes that slumber in state | J |
| Let peoples their marbles and monuments raise | K |
| But I from the frenzied applauses uncouth | L |
| To those who are chained in the bondage of birth | E |
| Would flee to surround with the lilies of truth | L |
| The farmer the lord and the king of the earth | E |
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| Let hearts that are grateful in gratitude crown | M |
| The friend of the many and foe of the few | N |
| Let souls in their secret admiring enthrone | M |
| Whatever a martyr or minion may do | N |
| But down in my bosom while reasonings reign | M |
| Of friendship and love there is never a dearth | E |
| For him who is toiling in pleasure or pain | M |
| The farmer the lord and the king of the earth | E |
Freeman E. Miller
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