Abraham Lincoln, From The Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoration Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDDBEEFGGF HIIHJJJKEEKLMMLLNOIN GGNPPQQPRSRRRSTQUVQV VCNNCCNWXWXYDYDZEZA2

Life may be given in many waysA
And loyalty to Truth be sealedB
As bravely in the closet as the fieldB
So bountiful is FateC
But then to stand beside herD
When craven churls deride herD
To front a lie in arms and not to yieldB
This shows methinks God's planE
And measure of a stalwart manE
Limbed like the old heroic breedsF
Who stands self poised on manhood's solid earthG
Not forced to frame excuses for his birthG
Fed from within with all the strength he needsF
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Such was he our Martyr ChiefH
Whom late the Nation he had ledI
With ashes on her headI
Wept with the passion of an angry griefH
Forgive me if from present things I turnJ
To speak what in my heart will beat and burnJ
And hang my wreath on his world honored urnJ
Nature they say doth doteK
And cannot make a manE
Save on some worn out planE
Repeating us by roteK
For him her Old World moulds aside she threwL
And choosing sweet clay from the breastM
Of the unexhausted WestM
With stuff untainted shaped a hero newL
Wise steadfast in the strength of God and trueL
How beautiful to seeN
Once more a shepherd of mankind indeedO
Who loved his charge but never loved to leadI
One whose meek flock the people joyed to beN
Not lured by any cheat of birthG
But by his clear grained human worthG
And brave old wisdom of sincerityN
They knew that outward grace is dustP
They could not choose but trustP
In that sure footed mind's unfaltering skillQ
And supple tempered willQ
That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrustP
His was no lonely mountain peak of mindR
Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy barsS
A sea mark now now lost in vapors blindR
Broad prairie rather genial level linedR
Fruitful and friendly for all human kindR
Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest starsS
Nothing of Europe hereT
Or then of Europe fronting mornward stillQ
Ere any names of Serf and PeerU
Could Nature's equal scheme defaceV
And thwart her genial willQ
Here was a type of the true elder raceV
And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to faceV
I praise him not it were too lateC
And some innative weakness there must beN
In him who condescends to victoryN
Such as the Present gives and cannot waitC
Safe in himself as in a fateC
So always firmly heN
He knew to bide his timeW
And can his fame abideX
Still patient in his simple faith sublimeW
Till the wise years decideX
Great captains with their guns and drumsY
Disturb our judgment for the hourD
But at last silence comesY
These all are gone and standing like a towerD
Our children shall behold his fameZ
The kindly earnest brave foreseeing manE
Sagacious patient dreading praise not blameZ
New birth of our new soil the first AmericanA2

James Russell Lowell



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