1866 -- Addressed To The Old Year Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBC DEED FGGF HIIH JKKJ ILLM NOON PQQP RSSR| Art thou not glad to close | A |
| Thy wearied eyes O saddest child of Time | B |
| Eyes which have looked on every mortal crime | B |
| And swept the piteous round of mortal woes | C |
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| In dark Plutonian caves | D |
| Beneath the lowest deep go hide thy head | E |
| Or earth thee where the blood that thou hast shed | E |
| May trickle on thee from thy countless graves | D |
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| Take with thee all thy gloom | F |
| And guilt and all our griefs save what the breast | G |
| Without a wrong to some dear shadowy guest | G |
| May not surrender even to the tomb | F |
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| No tear shall weep thy fall | H |
| When as the midnight bell doth toll thy fate | I |
| Another lifts the sceptre of thy state | I |
| And sits a monarch in thine ancient hall | H |
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| HIM all the hours attend | J |
| With a new hope like morning in their eyes | K |
| Him the fair earth and him these radiant skies | K |
| Hail as their sovereign welcome as their friend | J |
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| Him too the nations wait | I |
| O lead us from the shadow of the Past | L |
| In a long wail like this December blast | L |
| They cry and crying grow less desolate | M |
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| How he will shape his sway | N |
| They ask not for old doubts and fears will cling | O |
| And yet they trust that somehow he will bring | O |
| A sweeter sunshine than thy mildest day | N |
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| Beneath his gentle hand | P |
| They hope to see no meadow vale or hill | Q |
| Stained with a deeper red than roses spill | Q |
| When some too boisterous zephyr sweeps the land | P |
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| A time of peaceful prayer | R |
| Of law love labor honest loss and gain | S |
| These are the visions of the coming reign | S |
| Now floating to them on this wintry air | R |
Henry Timrod
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