Ethnogenesis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Written During the Meeting of the First Southern Congress at MontgomeryA
FebruaryA
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Hath not the morning dawned with added lightB
And shall not evening call another starC
Out of the infinite regions of the nightB
To mark this day in Heaven At last we areC
A nation among nations and the worldD
Shall soon behold in many a distant portE
Another flag unfurledD
Now come what may whose favor need we courtE
And under God whose thunder need we fearF
Thank Him who placed us hereG
Beneath so kind a sky the very sunH
Takes part with us and on our errands runH
All breezes of the ocean dew and rainI
Do noiseless battle for us and the YearF
And all the gentle daughters in her trainI
March in our ranks and in our service wieldJ
Long spears of golden grainI
A yellow blossom as her fairy shieldJ
June flings her azure banner to the windK
While in the order of their birthL
Her sisters pass and many an ample fieldJ
Grows white beneath their steps till now beholdM
Its endless sheets unfoldM
THE SNOW OF SOUTHERN SUMMERS Let the earthL
Rejoice beneath those fleeces soft and warmN
Our happy land shall sleepO
In a repose as deepO
As if we lay intrenched behindK
Whole leagues of Russian ice and Arctic stormN
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And what if mad with wrongs themselves have wroughtP
In their own treachery caughtQ
By their own fears made boldM
And leagued with him of oldM
Who long since in the limits of the NorthR
Set up his evil throne and warred with GodS
What if both mad and blinded in their rageT
Our foes should fling us down their mortal gageT
And with a hostile step profane our sodS
We shall not shrink my brothers but go forthR
To meet them marshaled by the Lord of HostsU
And overshadowed by the mighty ghostsU
Of Moultrie and of Eutaw who shall foilV
Auxiliars such as these Nor these aloneW
But every stock and stoneW
Shall help us but the very soilV
And all the generous wealth it gives to toilV
And all for which we love our noble landX
Shall fight beside and through us sea and strandX
The heart of woman and her handX
Tree fruit and flower and every influenceY
Gentle or grave or grandX
The winds in our defenceZ
Shall seem to blow to us the hills shall lendA2
Their firmness and their calmB2
And in our stiffened sinews we shall blendA2
The strength of pine and palmB2
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Nor would we shun the battle groundC2
Though weak as we are strongD2
Call up the clashing elements aroundC2
And test the right and wrongD2
On one side creeds that dare to teachE2
What Christ and Paul refrained to preachE2
Codes built upon a broken pledgeF2
And Charity that whets a poniard's edgeF2
Fair schemes that leave the neighboring poorG2
To starve and shiver at the schemer's doorH2
While in the world's most liberal ranks enrolledM
He turns some vast philanthropy to goldM
Religion taking every mortal formN
But that a pure and Christian faith makes warmN
Where not to vile fanatic passion urgedI2
Or not in vague philosophies submergedI2
Repulsive with all Pharisaic leavenH
And making laws to stay the laws of HeavenH
And on the other scorn of sordid gainI
Unblemished honor truth without a stainI
Faith justice reverence charitable wealthJ2
And for the poor and humble laws which giveK2
Not the mean right to buy the right to liveL2
But life and home and healthJ2
To doubt the end were want of trust in GodS
Who if he has decreedM2
That we must pass a redder seaA
Than that which rang to Miriam's holy gleeA
Will surely raise at needM2
A Moses with his rodS
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But let our fears if fears we have be stillN2
And turn us to the future Could we climbO2
Some mighty Alp and view the coming timeO2
The rapturous sight would fillN2
Our eyes with happy tearsP2
Not only for the glories which the yearsQ2
Shall bring us not for lands from sea to seaA
And wealth and power and peace though these shall beA
But for the distant peoples we shall blessR2
And the hushed murmurs of a world's distressR2
For to give labor to the poorG2
The whole sad planet o'erS2
And save from want and crime the humblest doorH2
Is one among the many ends for whichT2
God makes us great and richT2
The hour perchance is not yet wholly ripeU2
When all shall own it but the typeU2
Whereby we shall be known in every landX
Is that vast gulf which lips our Southern strandX
And through the cold untempered ocean poursV2
Its genial streams that far off Arctic shoresV2
May sometimes catch upon the softened breezeW2
Strange tropic warmth and hints of summer seasW2

Henry Timrod



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