The Lee Memorial Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Great Mother of great CommonwealthsA
Men call our Mother StateB
And she so well has earned this nameC
That she may challenge FateB
To snatch away the epithetD
Long given her of greatB
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First of all Old England's outpostsA
To stand fast upon these shoresA
Soon she brought a mighty harvestE
To a People's threshing floorsA
And more than golden grain was piledF
Within her ample doorsA
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Behind her stormy sunrise shoneG
Her shadow fell vast and longH
And her mighty Adm'ral English SmithI
Heads a prodigous throngH
Of as mighty men from Raleigh downJ
As ever arose in songH
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Her names are the shining arrowsA
Which her ancient quiver bearsA
And their splendid sheaf has thickenedK
Through the long march of the yearsA
While her great shield has been burnishedL
By her children's blood and tearsA
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Yes it is true my CountrymenM
We are rich in names and bloodN
And red have been the blossomsA
From the first Colonial budN
While her names have blazed as meteorsA
By many a field and floodN
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And as some flood tumultuousA
In sounding billows rolledO
Gives back the evening's gloriesA
In a wealth of blazing goldO
So does the present from its wavesA
Reflect the lights of oldO
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Our history is a shining seaA
Locked in by lofty landP
And its great Pillars of HerculesA
Above the shining sandP
I here behold in majestyA
Uprising on each handP
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These Pillars of our historyA
In fame forever youngQ
Are known in every latitudeR
And named in every tongueQ
And down through all the AgesA
Their story shall be sungQ
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The Father of his CountryA
Stands above that shut in seaA
A glorious symbol to the worldS
Of all that's great and freeA
And to day Virginia matches himT
And matches him with LeeA
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Who shall blame the social orderV
Which gave us men as great as theseA
Who condemn the soil of t' forestE
Which bring forth gigantic treesA
Who presume to doubt that ProvidenceA
Shapes out our destiniesA
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Fore ordained and long maturingW
Came the famous men of oldO
In the dark mines deep were drivenX
Down the shafts to reach the goldO
And the story is far longerV
Than the histories have toldO
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From Bacon down to WashingtonX
The generations passedY
Great events and moving causesA
Were in serried order massedY
Berkeley well was first confrontedN
Better George the King at lastY
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From the time of that stern rulerV
To our own familiar daysA
Long the pathway we have troddenX
Hard and devious were its waysA
Till at last there came the secondK
Mightier Revolution's blazeA
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Till at last there broke the tempestE
Like a cyclone on the seaA
When the lightnings blazed and dazzledZ
And the thunders were set freeA
And riding on that whirlwind cameC
Majestic Robert LeeA
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Who again I ask the questionX
Who may challenge in debateB
With any show of truthfulnessA
Our former social stateB
Which brought forth more than heroesA
In their lives supremely greatB
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Not Peter the wild CrusaderV
When bent upon his kneeA
Not Arthur and his belted knightsA
In the Poet's Song could beA
More earnest than those Southern menA2
Who followed Robert LeeA
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They thought that they were right and thisA
Was hammered into thoseA
Who held that crest all drenched in bloodN
Where the Bloody Angle roseA
As for all else It passes byB2
As the idle wind that blowsA
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Then stand up oh my CountrymenM
And unto God give thanksA
On mountains and on hillsidesA
And by sloping river banksA
Thank God that you were worthyA
Of the grand Confederate ranksA
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That you who came from uplandsA
And from beside the seaA
Filled with love of Old VirginiaC2
And the teachings of the freeA
May boast in sight of all menA2
That you followed Robert LeeA
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Peace has come God give his blessingW
On the fact and on the nameC
The South speaks no invectiveD2
And she writes no word of blameC
But we call all men to witnessA
That we stand up without shameC
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Nay Send it forth to all the worldS
That we stand up here with prideE2
With love for our living comradesA
And with praise for those who diedE2
And in this manly frame of mindF2
Till death we will abideE2
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GOD and our consciences aloneG
Give us measure of right and wrongH
The race may fall unto the swiftG2
And the battle to the strongH
But the truth will shine in historyA
And blossom into songH
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Human grief full oft by gloryA
Is assuaged and disappearsA
When its requiem swells with musicH2
Like the shock of shields and spearsA
And its passion is too full of prideE2
To leave a space for tearsA
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And hence to day my CountrymenM
We come with undimmed eyesA
In homage of the hero LeeA
The good the great the wiseA
And at his name our hearts will leapI2
Till his last old soldier diesA
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Ask me if so you please to paintJ2
Storm winds upon the seaA
Tell me to weigh great CheopsA
Set volcanic forces freeA
But bid me not my CountrymenM
To picture Robert LeeA
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As Saul bound for Damascus fairK2
Was struck blind by sudden lightL2
So my eyes are pained and dazzledZ
By a radiance pure and whiteL2
Shot back by the burnished armorV
Of that glory belted KnightL2
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His was all the Norman's polishM2
And sobriety of graceA
All the Goth's majestic figureV
All the Roman's noble faceA
And he stood the tall exemplarN2
Of a grand historic raceA
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Baronial were his acres whereK2
Potomac's waters runX
High his lineage and his blazonX
Was by cunning heralds doneX
But better still he might have saidO2
Of his works he was the sonX
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Truth walked beside him alwaysA
From his childhood's early yearsA
Honor followed as his shadowP2
Valor lightened all his caresA
And he rode that grand VirginianX
Last of all the CavaliersA
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As a soldier we all knew himT
Great in action and reposeA
Saw how his genius kindledZ
And his mighty spirit roseA
When the four quarters of the globeQ2
Encompassed him with foesA
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But he and his grew braverV
As the danger grew more rifeR2
Avaricious they of gloryA
But most prodigal of lifeR2
And the Army of VirginiaX
Was the Atlas of the strifeR2
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As his troubles gathered round himT
Thick as waves that beat the shoreS2
Atra Cura rode behind himT
Famine's shadow filled his doorS2
Still he wrought deeds no mortal manX
Had ever wrought beforeS2
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Then came the end my CountrymenX
The last thunderbolts were hurledS
Worn out by his own victoriesA
His battle flags were furledS
And a history was finishedS
That has changed the modern worldS
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As some saint in the arenaX
Of a bloody Roman gameC
As the prize of his endeavorV
Put on an immortal frameC
Through long agonies our SoldierV
Won the crown of martial fameC
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But there came a greater gloryA
To that man supremely greatS
When his just sword he laid asideS
In peace to serve his StateS
For in his classic solitudeS
He rose up and mastered FateS
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He triumphed and he did not dieS
No funeral bells are tolledS
But on that day in LexingtonX
Fame came herself to holdS
His stirrup while he mountedS
To ride down the streets of goldS
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He is not dead There is no deathT2
He only went beforeS2
His journey on when CHRIST THE LORDS
Wide open held the doorS2
And a calm celestial peace is hisA
Thank God forevermoreS2
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When the effigy of WashingtonX
In its bronze was reared on highS
'Twas mine with others now long goneX
Beneath a stormy skyS
To utter to the multitudeS
His name that cannot dieS
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And here to day my CountrymenX
I tell you Lee shall rideS
With that great rebel down the yearsA
Twin rebels side by sideS
And confronting such a visionX
All our grief gives place to prideS
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Those two shall ride immortalU2
And shall ride abreast of TimeV2
Shall light up stately historyA
And blaze in Epic RhymeV2
Both patriots both Virginians trueS2
Both rebels both sublimeV2
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Our past is full of gloriesA
It is a shut in seaA
The pillars overlooking itS
Are Washington and LeeA
And a future spreads before usA
Not unworthy of the freeA
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And here and now my CountrymenX
Upon this sacred sodS
Let us feel It was OUR FATHERS2
Who above us held the rodS
And from hills to seaA
Like Robert LeeA
Bow reverently to GodS

James Barron Hope



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