The First American Congress Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFGHHIIJJKKLH MHNNCCOOPPQIRREEHHNN KKNNIISSOONNTUVWNNXX YYZZA2A2EEHLB2C2ZZNN D2D2Columbus looked and still around them spread | A |
From south to north th' immeasurable shade | B |
At last the central shadows burst away | C |
And rising regions open'd on the day | C |
He saw once more bright Del'ware's silver stream | D |
And Penn's throng'd city cast a cheerful gleam | D |
The dome of state that met his eager eye | E |
Now heav'd its arches in a loftier sky | E |
The bursting gates unfold and lo within | F |
A solemn train in conscious glory shine | G |
The well known forms his eye had trac'd before | H |
In diff'rent realms along th' extended shore | H |
Here grac'd with nobler fame and rob'd in state | I |
They look'd and mov'd magnificently great | I |
High on the foremost seat in living light | J |
Majestic Randolph caught the hero's sight | J |
Fair on his head the civic crown was plac'd | K |
And the first dignity his sceptre grac'd | K |
He opes the cause and points in prospect far | L |
Thro' all the toils that wait th' impending war | H |
But hapless sage thy reign must soon be o'er | M |
To lend thy lustre and to shine no more | H |
So the bright morning star from shades of ev'n | N |
Leads up the dawn and lights the front of heav'n | N |
Points to the waking world the sun's broad way | C |
Then veils his own and shines above the day | C |
And see great Washington behind thee rise | O |
Thy following sun to gild our morning skies | O |
O'er shadowy climes to pour the enliv'ning flame | P |
The charms of freedom and the fire of fame | P |
Th' ascending chief adorn'd his splendid seat | Q |
Like Randolph ensign'd with a crown of state | I |
Where the green patriot bay beheld with pride | R |
The hero's laurel springing by its side | R |
His sword hung useless on his graceful thigh | E |
On Britain still he cast a filial eye | E |
But sov'reign fortitude his visage bore | H |
To meet their legions on th' invaded shore | H |
Sage Franklin next arose in awful mien | N |
And smil'd unruffled o'er th' approaching scene | N |
High on his locks of age a wreath was brac'd | K |
Palm of all arts that e'er a mortal grac'd | K |
Beneath him lies the sceptre kings have borne | N |
And crowns and laurels from their temples torn | N |
Nash Rutledge Jefferson in council great | I |
And Jay and Laurens op'd the rolls of fate | I |
The Livingstons fair Freedom's gen'rous band | S |
The Lees the Houstons fathers of the land | S |
O'er climes and kingdoms turn'd their ardent eyes | O |
Bade all th' oppressed to speedy vengeance rise | O |
All pow'rs of state in their extended plan | N |
Rise from consent to shield the rights of man | N |
Bold Wolcott urg'd the all important cause | T |
With steady hand the solemn scene he draws | U |
Undaunted firmness with his wisdom join'd | V |
Nor kings nor worlds could warp his stedfast mind | W |
Now graceful rising from his purple throne | N |
In radiant robes immortal Hosmer shone | N |
Myrtles and bays his learned temples bound | X |
The statesman's wreath the poet's garland crown'd | X |
Morals and laws expand his liberal soul | Y |
Beam from his eyes and in his accents roll | Y |
But lo an unseen hand the curtain drew | Z |
And snatch'd the patriot from the hero's view | Z |
Wrapp'd in the shroud of death he sees descend | A2 |
The guide of nations and the muses' friend | A2 |
Columbus dropp'd a tear The angel's eye | E |
Trac'd the freed spirit mounting thro' the sky | E |
Adams enrag'd a broken charter bore | H |
And lawless acts of ministerial pow'r | L |
Some injur'd right in each loose leaf appears | B2 |
A king in terrors and a land in tears | C2 |
From all the guileful plots the veil he drew | Z |
With eye retortive look'd creation through | Z |
Op'd the wide range of nature's boundless plan | N |
Trac'd all the steps of liberty and man | N |
Crowds rose to vengeance while his accents rung | D2 |
And Independence thunder'd from his tongue | D2 |
Joel Barlow
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