The Lincoln-child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Clearing in the forestA
In the wild Kentucky forestA
And the stars wintry stars strewn aboveB
O Night that is the starriestA
Since Earth began to rollC
For a SoulC
Is born out of LoveB
Mother love father love love of Eternal GodA
Stars have pushed aside to let him throughD
Through heaven's sun sown deepsE
One sparkling ray of GodA
Strikes the clodA
And while an angel host through wood and clearing sweepsE
Born in the wildA
The ChildA
Naked ruddy newD
Wakes with the piteous human cry and at the mother heart sleepsE
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To the mother wild berries and honeyF
To the father awe without endA
To the child a swaddling of flannelG
And a dawn rolls sharp and sunnyF
And the skies of winter bendA
To see the first sweet word pennedA
In the godliest human annalG
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Frail Mother of the WildernessE
How strange the world shines inH
And the cabin becomes chapelG
And the baby lies secureI
Sweet Mother of the WildernessE
New worlds for you beginH
You have tasted of the appleG
That giveth wisdom sureI
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Soon in the wide wildernessE
On a branch blown over a creekJ
Up a trail of the wild coonK
In a lair of the wild beeF
The rugged boy by danger's stressE
Learnt the speech the wild things speakJ
Learnt the Earth's eternal tuneK
Of strife engendered harmonyF
Went to school where Life itself was masterL
Went to church where Earth was ministerL
And in Danger and DisasterL
Felt his future manhood stirL
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All about him lay the landA
Eastern cities Western prairieF
Wild immeasurable grandA
But he was lost where blossomy boughs make airyF
Bowers in the forest and the sandA
Makes brook water a clear mirror that gives backM
Green branches and trunks blackM
And clouds across the heavens lightly fannedA
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Yet all the Future dreams eager to wakenN
Within that woodland soulC
And the bough of boy has only to be shakenN
That the fruit drop whereby this Earth shall rollC
A little nearer God than ever beforeO
Little recks he of warO
Of national millions waiting on his wordA
Dreams still the Event unstirredA
In the heart of the boy the little babe of the wildA
But the years hurry and the tide of the seaF
Of Time flows fast and ebbs and he even heF
Must leave the wilderness the wood haunts wildA
Soon shall the cyclone of HumanityF
Tearing through Earth suck up this little childA
And whirl him to the top where he shall beF
Riding the storm column in the lightning strokeP
Calm at the peak while down below worlds rageQ
And Earth goes out in blood and battle smokeP
And leaves him with the sun an epoch and an ageQ
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And lo as he grew ugly gauntA
And gnarled his way into a manR
What wisdom came to feed his wantA
What worlds came near to let him scanR
And as he fathomed through and throughD
Our dark and sorry human schemeS
He knew what Shakespeare never knewD
What Dante never dared to dreamS
That Men are oneN
Beneath the sunN
And before God are equal soulsE
This truth was hisE
And this it isE
That round him such a glory rollsE
For not alone he knew it as a truthT
He made it of his blood and of his brainU
He crowned it on the day when piteous BoothT
Sent a whole land to weeping with world painU
When a black cloud blotted the sunN
And men stopped in the streets to sobV
To think Old Abe was deadA
Dead and the day's work still undoneN
Dead and war's ruining heart athrobV
And earth with fields of carnage freshly spreadA
Millions died fightingW
But in this man we mournedA
Those millions and one otherL
And the States to day unitingW
North and SouthX
East and WestA
Speak with a people's mouthX
A rhapsody of restA
To him our beloved bestA
Our big gaunt homely brotherL
Our huge Atlantic coast storm in a shawlY
Our cyclone in a smile our PresidentA
Who knew and loved us allY
With love more eloquentA
Than his own words with Love that in real deeds was spentA
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Oh to pour love through deedsE
To be as Lincoln wasE
That all the land might fill its daily needsE
Glorified by a human CauseE
Then were America a vast World TorchZ
Flaming a faith across the dying EarthA2
Proclaiming from the Atlantic's rocky porchZ
That a New World was struggling at the birthA2
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O living God O Thou who living artA
And real and near draw as at that babe's birthA2
Into our souls and sanctify our EarthA2
Let down Thy strength that we endureI
Mighty and pureI
As mothers and fathers of our own Lincoln childA
Make us more wise more true more strong more mildA
That we may day by dayA
Rear this wild blossom through its soft petals of clayA
That hour by hourL
We may endow it with more human powerL
Than is our ownB2
That it may reach the goalC
Our Lincoln long has shownB2
O Child flesh of our flesh bone of our boneB2
Soul torn from out our SoulC
May you be great and pure and beautifulG
A Soul to search this worldA
To be a father brother comrade sonN
A toiler powerfulG
A man whose toil is doneN
One with God's Law aboveB
Work wrought through LoveB

James Oppenheim



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