A Song Of Harvest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMN OPAP

This day two hundred years agoA
The wild grape by the river's sideB
And tasteless groundnut trailing lowA
The table of the woods suppliedB
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Unknown the apple's red and goldC
The blushing tint of peach and pearD
The mirror of the Powow toldC
No tale of orchards ripe and rareD
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Wild as the fruits he scorned to tillE
These vales the idle Indian trodF
Nor knew the glad creative skillE
The joy of him who toils with GodF
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O Painter of the fruits and flowersG
We thank Thee for thy wise designH
Whereby these human hands of oursG
In Nature's garden work with ThineH
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And thanks that from our daily needI
The joy of simple faith is bornJ
That he who smites the summer weedI
May trust Thee for the autumn cornJ
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Give fools their gold and knaves their powerK
Let fortune's bubbles rise and fallL
Who sows a field or trains a flowerK
Or plants a tree is more than allL
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For he who blesses most is blestM
And God and man shall own his worthN
Who toils to leave as his bequestM
An added beauty to the earthN
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And soon or late to all that sowO
The time of harvest shall be givenP
The flower shall bloom the fruit shall growA
If not on earth at last in heavenP

John Greenleaf Whittier



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