Channing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HIJI DKDK LMLM NKNK GOGP QMQM RSRS TUTU VWVW TGTG XTYT ZA2ZA2 B2C2B2C2 D2E2D2E2 F2PF2O G2ZG2Z TC2TC2 H2GH2G JI2JI2 J2TJ2T K2TK2T| Not vainly did old poets tell | A |
| Nor vainly did old genius paint | B |
| God's great and crowning miracle | C |
| The hero and the saint | B |
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| For even in a faithless day | D |
| Can we our sainted ones discern | E |
| And feel while with them on the way | D |
| Our hearts within us burn | E |
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| And thus the common tongue and pen | F |
| Which world wide echo Channing's fame | G |
| As one of Heaven's anointed men | F |
| Have sanctified his name | G |
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| In vain shall Rome her portals bar | H |
| And shut from him her saintly prize | I |
| Whom in the world's great calendar | J |
| All men shall canonize | I |
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| By Narragansett's sunny bay | D |
| Beneath his green embowering wood | K |
| To me it seems but yesterday | D |
| Since at his side I stood | K |
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| The slopes lay green with summer rains | L |
| The western wind blew fresh and free | M |
| And glimmered down the orchard lanes | L |
| The white surf of the sea | M |
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| With us was one who calm and true | N |
| Life's highest purpose understood | K |
| And like his blessed Master knew | N |
| The joy of doing good | K |
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| Unlearned unknown to lettered fame | G |
| Yet on the lips of England's poor | O |
| And toiling millions dwelt his name | G |
| With blessings evermore | P |
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| Unknown to power or place yet where | Q |
| The sun looks o'er the Carib sea | M |
| It blended with the freeman's prayer | Q |
| And song of jubilee | M |
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| He told of England's sin and wrong | R |
| The ills her suffering children know | S |
| The squalor of the city's throng | R |
| The green field's want and woe | S |
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| O'er Channing's face the tenderness | T |
| Of sympathetic sorrow stole | U |
| Like a still shadow passionless | T |
| The sorrow of the soul | U |
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| But when the generous Briton told | V |
| How hearts were answering to his own | W |
| And Freedom's rising murmur rolled | V |
| Up to the dull eared throne | W |
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| I saw methought a glad surprise | T |
| Thrill through that frail and pain worn frame | G |
| And kindling in those deep calm eyes | T |
| A still and earnest flame | G |
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| His few brief words were such as move | X |
| The human heart the Faith sown seeds | T |
| Which ripen in the soil of love | Y |
| To high heroic deeds | T |
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| No bars of sect or clime were felt | Z |
| The Babel strife of tongues had ceased | A2 |
| And at one common altar knelt | Z |
| The Quaker and the priest | A2 |
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| And not in vain with strength renewed | B2 |
| And zeal refreshed and hope less dim | C2 |
| For that brief meeting each pursued | B2 |
| The path allotted him | C2 |
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| How echoes yet each Western hill | D2 |
| And vale with Channing's dying word | E2 |
| How are the hearts of freemen still | D2 |
| By that great warning stirred | E2 |
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| The stranger treads his native soil | F2 |
| And pleads with zeal unfelt before | P |
| The honest right of British toil | F2 |
| The claim of England's poor | O |
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| Before him time wrought barriers fall | G2 |
| Old fears subside old hatreds melt | Z |
| And stretching o'er the sea's blue wall | G2 |
| The Saxon greets the Celt | Z |
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| The yeoman on the Scottish lines | T |
| The Sheffield grinder worn and grim | C2 |
| The delver in the Cornwall mines | T |
| Look up with hope to him | C2 |
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| Swart smiters of the glowing steel | H2 |
| Dark feeders of the forge's flame | G |
| Pale watchers at the loom and wheel | H2 |
| Repeat his honored name | G |
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| And thus the influence of that hour | J |
| Of converse on Rhode Island's strand | I2 |
| Lives in the calm resistless power | J |
| Which moves our fatherland | I2 |
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| God blesses still the generous thought | J2 |
| And still the fitting word He speeds | T |
| And Truth at His requiring taught | J2 |
| He quickens into deeds | T |
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| Where is the victory of the grave | K2 |
| What dust upon the spirit lies | T |
| God keeps the sacred life he gave | K2 |
| The prophet never dies | T |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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