Earth To The Twentieth Century Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ IKIK LMLM NOND EPEP AQAR SDDD TUTU IVIV

You cannot take from out my heart the growingA
The green sweet growing and the vivid thrillB
O Earth you cry you should be old not glowingA
With youth and all youth's strength and beauty stillB
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Old and the new hopes stirring in my bosomC
Old and my children drawing life from meD
Old in my womb the tender bud and blossomC
Old steeped in richness and fertilityD
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Old while the growing things call to each otherE
In language I alone can understandF
How she doth nourish us this wondrous motherE
Who is so beautiful and strong and grandF
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Old while the wild things of the forest hide themG
In my gray coverts which no eye can traceH
Hunted or hurt 'tis my task to provide themG
Healing and soothing and a hiding placeH
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And then my human children could you listenI
To secrets whispered in the stillness deepJ
Of noonday or when night dews fall and glistenI
'Tis on my bosom that men laugh and weepJ
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Some tell me moving tales of love and passionI
Of gladness all too great to be pent inK
The sweet old theme which does not change its fashionI
Another cries out brokenly of sinK
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While others filled with sorrow fain to share itL
Hide tear wet faces on my soft brown breastM
Sobbing Dear Mother Earth we cannot bear itL
Grim death has stolen all that we loved bestM
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The old familiar cry of loss and sorrowN
I hear to day I heard it yesterdayO
Ay and will hear in every glad to morrowN
That ye may bring to me O CenturyD
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I answer mourner penitent and loverE
With quick'ning stir with bud and leaf and sapP
Peace peace I say when life's brief day is overE
Ye shall sleep soundly in your mother's lapP
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The loss the longing of mankind I'm sharingA
The hopes the joys the laughter and the tearsQ
And yet you think I should be old uncaringA
The barren worn out plaything of the yearsR
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Past centuries have not trodden out my greennessS
With all their marches as you well can seeD
Nor will you bring me withered age or leannessD
March on what are your hundred years to meD
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While life and growth within me glow and flourishT
While in the sunshine and the falling rainU
I the great Mother do bring forth and nourishT
The springtime blossom and the harvest grainU
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March on O Century I am safe holdenI
In God's right hand the garner house of truthV
The hand that holds the treasure rare and goldenI
Of life and sweetness and eternal youthV

Jean Blewett



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