Born Before His Time Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Brown was weeping likewise cursing and with amplitude of reasonA
For a letter had been handed him that very afternoonB
Which proved he had been cruelly begotten out of seasonA
That in fact he had been born a hundred centuries too soonB
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From the day a friendly hint had told of coal on his selectionA
In the house the street the office Brown had revelled in a dreamC
Wherein himself and family and all the Brown connectionA
Figured floating in a golden barge adown a silver streamC
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Now he wept and little wonder all his gorgeous hopes had fadedD
With the letter of the expert lying crumpled at his feetE
Which reported with a wealth of scientific terms paradedF
That the coal was hardly lignite though a little more than peatE
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But some day so ran the missive it is bound to prove a treasureG
Here a moment's re awakened hope had cheered the reader's soulH
What with gas elimination and accumulated pressureG
In ten thousand years or so it will be marketable coalH
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Such the wherefore of the change from exultation to lamentingI
And he lifted up his voice and cursed the author of his birthJ
Through whose rash precipitation unconsulted unconsentingI
He had thus been dumped ten thousand years too soon upon the earthJ
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Not alone his sire and mother he denounced and execratedE
On their parents and fore parents his anathemas he hurledE
As one and all in series or in concert implicatedE
In his premature appearance on this carboniferous worldE
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For a change he cursed himself as the untimely culminationA
Of the whole precocious family that bore the name of BrownK
Till exhausted of ferocity the rage of imprecationK
Into unavailing optatives broke impotently downK
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Oh that things he raved had always been as in the early agesL
Before the human race had lost the art of going slowM
When the life of man proceeded at such very easy stagesL
That the proper age for wedlock was a hundred years or soM
Would that each of my forefathers like Methusalem had waitedE
Who till nigh upon two hundred shirked the matrimonial r leN
Then I had not been ten thousand years unduly antedatedE
But would doubtless in the future be co eval with my coalH
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Now not for me shall this potential wealth be resurrectedE
This bottled sunshine immature shall mellow not for meO
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Now another hand shall reap where I have where I have selectedE
And another lap receive the fruit that ripens on my treeO
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Oh that I had been consulted ere the world was set in movementE
When Providence was mapping out the future course of timeP
I had certainly suggested as a manifest improvementE
That a coal seam and its owner should together reach their primeP
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I shall be a bless d fossil when the land shall yield its treasureG
I who registered the area and paid the money downK
Paid the money little recking of another's gain and pleasureG
Oh that I could sleep ten thousand years and wake again John BrownK
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PART IIQ
And the gods whom he had railed at in his petulant misprisionK
Heard the prayer and sent such answer as appeared to meet the caseR
Heavy slumber fell upon him and 'twas given him in a visionK
At the date himself had named to re awake to time and spaceR
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On his treasure ground he stood for though his data were deficientE
The old land marks being down and every feature new and strangeS
Yet as dreamers are at moments unaccountably omniscientE
He was 'ware of his selection in despite of time and changeS
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And behold a crowd of workers working leisurely and coollyO
Who with marvellous machinery were scooping up his coalH
Which an aeronautic vehicle received and freighted fullyO
Soared away with at the touch of some invisible controlH
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Then within the soul of Brown did grievous sense of wrong awakenK
And on one who made to pass him he imposed a sudden handE
Tell me tell me he demanded where my coal is being takenK
At whose order has this trespass been committed on my landE
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To whom in turn the other when a moment he had ponderedE
As if dubious how to grapple with an ignorance so greatE
From what planet in formation have you innocently wanderedE
My coal My land Poor waif you've come ten thousand years too lateE
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In this world where every man an altruistic democrat isT
We avoid as much as possible the use of my's and thy'sT
Up in Saturn or in Neptune or where'er your habitat isT
I presume you still are wallowing in the stage of merchandiseT
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You should have timed your visit for that earlier dispensationK
When the individual flourished reaping where he did not sowT
When he was counted wisest in his day and generationK
Who made the largest profit with the smallest quid pro quoM
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Now a man reaps what he sows and when his measure overflowethJ
He who lacks may freely take as each for each and all doth liveU
Here are neither rich nor poor no man exacteth no man owethJ
And the zest of labour groweth with the vital need to giveV
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And as touching this same mineral whose multifarious usesT
By our prodigal progenitors were only half divinedE
Wheresoever to man's comfort or his pleasure it conducesT
There his want his only title there the owner you will findE
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Brown awoke another man the situation now surveyingI
In the light of such new knowledge as prophetic vision bringsT
'Twas a chastened Brown who mopped his forehead tremulously sayingI
By the Lord I must anticipate that frightful state of thingsT
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So he went and squared the expert who indited a voluminousT
Report upon the merits of the hypothetic coalH
While relays of goodly samples most seductively bituminousT
Judiciously distributed beguiled the public soulH
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Then a Company was floated and the rest needs no relatingI
Brown of course sold out in time nor have his riches taken wingsT
Brown is happy and respected and he doesn't mind narratingI
How he managed to anticipate that frightful state of thingsT

James Brunton Stephens



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