A Letter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGHBHBIBIBJBKB LBMNOLPLQRQGSTSTPBPB UVUBWXWGQNQNQYGGZBZB A2BA2BB2C2B2B2QRQRQN QBB2B2B2B2NB2D2B2E2B E2BYB2YB2QNQNF2B2F2B 2G2XG2XB2BB2BNRNRQRQ RKQKQH2HRNI2BI2BJ2B2 J2B2K2RK2G| 'TIS over Moses All is lost | A |
| I hear the bells a ringing | B |
| Of Pharaoh and his Red Sea host | C |
| I hear the Free Wills singing | B |
| We're routed Moses horse and foot | D |
| If there be truth in figures | E |
| With Federal Whigs in hot pursuit | F |
| And Hale and all the 'niggers ' | G |
| Alack alas this month or more | H |
| We've felt a sad foreboding | B |
| Our very dreams the burden bore | H |
| Of central cliques exploding | B |
| Before our eyes a furnace shone | I |
| Where heads of dough were roasting | B |
| And one we took to be your own | I |
| The traitor Hale was toasting | B |
| Our Belknap brother heard with awe | J |
| The Congo minstrels playing | B |
| At Pittsfield Reuben Leavitt saw | K |
| The ghost of Storrs a praying | B |
| And Carroll's woods were sad to see | L |
| With black winged crows a darting | B |
| And Black Snout looked on Ossipee | M |
| New glossed with Day and Martin | N |
| We thought the 'Old Man of the Notch' | O |
| His face seemed changing wholly | L |
| His lips seemed thick his nose seemed flat | P |
| His misty hair looked woolly | L |
| And Co s teamsters shrieking fled | Q |
| From the metamorphosed figure | R |
| 'Look there ' they said 'the Old Stone Head | Q |
| Himself is turning nigger ' | G |
| The schoolhouse out of Canaan hauled | S |
| Seemed turning on its track again | T |
| And like a great swamp turtle crawled | S |
| To Canaan village back again | T |
| Shook off the mud and settled flat | P |
| Upon its underpinning | B |
| A nigger on its ridge pole sat | P |
| From ear to ear a grinning | B |
| Gray H d heard o' nights the sound | U |
| Of rail cars onward faring | V |
| Right over Democratic ground | U |
| The iron horse came tearing | B |
| A flag waved o'er that spectral train | W |
| As high as Pittsfield steeple | X |
| Its emblem was a broken chain | W |
| Its motto 'To the people ' | G |
| I dreamed that Charley took his bed | Q |
| With Hale for his physician | N |
| His daily dose an old 'unread | Q |
| And unreferred' petition | N |
| There Hayes and Tuck as nurses sat | Q |
| As near as near could be man | Y |
| They leeched him with the 'Democrat ' | G |
| They blistered with the 'Freeman ' | G |
| Ah grisly portents What avail | Z |
| Your terrors of forewarning | B |
| We wake to find the nightmare Hale | Z |
| Astride our breasts at morning | B |
| From Portsmouth lights to Indian stream | A2 |
| Our foes their throats are trying | B |
| The very factory spindles seem | A2 |
| To mock us while they're flying | B |
| The hills have bonfires in our streets | B2 |
| Flags flout us in our faces | C2 |
| The newsboys peddling off their sheets | B2 |
| Are hoarse with our disgraces | B2 |
| In vain we turn for gibing wit | Q |
| And shoutings follow after | R |
| As if old Kearsarge had split | Q |
| His granite sides with laughter | R |
| What boots it that we pelted out | Q |
| The anti slavery women | N |
| And bravely strewed their hall about | Q |
| With tattered lace and trimming | B |
| Was it for such a sad reverse | B2 |
| Our mobs became peacemakers | B2 |
| And kept their tar and wooden horse | B2 |
| For Englishmen and Quakers | B2 |
| For this did shifty Atherton | N |
| Make gag rules for the Great House | B2 |
| Wiped we for this our feet upon | D2 |
| Petitions in our State House | B2 |
| Plied we for this our axe of doom | E2 |
| No stubborn traitor sparing | B |
| Who scoffed at our opinion loom | E2 |
| And took to homespun wearing | B |
| Ah Moses hard it is to scan | Y |
| These crooked providences | B2 |
| Deducing from the wisest plan | Y |
| The saddest consequences | B2 |
| Strange that in trampling as was meet | Q |
| The nigger men's petition | N |
| We sprung a mine beneath our feet | Q |
| Which opened up perdition | N |
| How goodly Moses was the game | F2 |
| In which we've long been actors | B2 |
| Supplying freedom with the name | F2 |
| And slavery with the practice | B2 |
| Our smooth words fed the people's mouth | G2 |
| Their ears our party rattle | X |
| We kept them headed to the South | G2 |
| As drovers do their cattle | X |
| But now our game of politics | B2 |
| The world at large is learning | B |
| And men grown gray in all our tricks | B2 |
| State's evidence are turning | B |
| Votes and preambles subtly spun | N |
| They cram with meanings louder | R |
| And load the Democratic gun | N |
| With abolition powder | R |
| The ides of June Woe worth the day | Q |
| When turning all things over | R |
| The traitor Hale shall make his hay | Q |
| From Democratic clover | R |
| Who then shall take him in the law | K |
| Who punish crime so flagrant | Q |
| Whose hand shall serve whose pen shall draw | K |
| A writ against that 'vagrant' | Q |
| Alas no hope is left us here | H2 |
| And one can only pine for | H |
| The envied place of overseer | R |
| Of slaves in Carolina | N |
| Pray Moses give Calhoun the wink | I2 |
| And see what pay he's giving | B |
| We're practised long enough we think | I2 |
| To know the art of driving | B |
| And for the faithful rank and file | J2 |
| Who know their proper stations | B2 |
| Perhaps it may be worth their while | J2 |
| To try the rice plantations | B2 |
| Let Hale exult let Wilson scoff | K2 |
| To see us southward scamper | R |
| The slaves we know are 'better off | K2 |
| Than laborers in New Hampshire ' | G |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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