Haverhill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDEE FGHI JJKK LLMM NOPP QQRR SSSS SSPP NNMM SSSS TUVV MMSS WWXX YYZZ MMA2A2 B2C2MM D2E2F2F2 UG2G2G2 G2G2NH2 SSG2G2 G2G2G2G2 MMSS FFSS MMI2I2 J2J2K2K2 L2M2SS SSN2N2 O2O2A2A2 PPMM P2P2QQ

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O river winding to the seaB
We call the old time back to theeB
From forest paths and water waysC
The century woven veil we raiseC
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The voices of to day are dumbD
Unheard its sounds that go and comeD
We listen through long lapsing yearsE
To footsteps of the pioneersE
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Gone steepled town and cultured plainF
The wilderness returns againG
The drear untrodden solitudeH
The gloom and mystery of the woodI
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Once more the bear and panther prowlJ
The wolf repeats his hungry howlJ
And peering through his leafy screenK
The Indian's copper face is seenK
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We see their rude built huts besideL
Grave men and women anxious eyedL
And wistful youth remembering stillM
Dear homes in England's HaverhillM
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We summon forth to mortal viewN
Dark Passaquo and SaggahewO
Wild chiefs who owned the mighty swayP
Of wizard PassaconawayP
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Weird memories of the border townQ
By old tradition handed downQ
In chance and change before us passR
Like pictures in a magic glassR
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The terrors of the midnight raidS
The death concealing ambuscadeS
The winter march through deserts wildS
Of captive mother wife and childS
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Ah bleeding hands alone subduedS
And tamed the savage habitudeS
Of forests hiding beasts of preyP
And human shapes as fierce as theyP
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Slow from the plough the woods withdrewN
Slowly each year the corn lands grewN
Nor fire nor frost nor foe could killM
The Saxon energy of willM
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And never in the hamlet's boundS
Was lack of sturdy manhood foundS
And never failed the kindred goodS
Of brave and helpful womanhoodS
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That hamlet now a city isT
Its log built huts are palacesU
The wood path of the settler's cowV
Is Traffic's crowded highway nowV
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And far and wide it stretches stillM
Along its southward sloping hillM
And overlooks on either handS
A rich and many watered landS
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And gladdening all the landscape fairW
As Pison was to Eden's pairW
Our river to its valley bringsX
The blessing of its mountain springsX
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And Nature holds with narrowing spaceY
From mart and crowd her old time graceY
And guards with fondly jealous armsZ
The wild growths of outlying farmsZ
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Her sunsets on Kenoza fallM
Her autumn leaves by SaltonstallM
No lavished gold can richer makeA2
Her opulence of hill and lakeA2
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Wise was the choice which led out siresB2
To kindle here their household firesC2
And share the large content of allM
Whose lines in pleasant places fallM
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More dear as years on years advanceD2
We prize the old inheritanceE2
And feel as far and wide we roamF2
That all we seek we leave at homeF2
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Our palms are pines our orangesU
Are apples on our orchard treesG2
Our thrushes are our nightingalesG2
Our larks the blackbirds of our valesG2
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No incense which the Orient burnsG2
Is sweeter than our hillside fernsG2
What tropic splendor can outvieN
Our autumn woods our sunset skyH2
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If where the slow years came and wentS
And left not affluence but contentS
Now flashes in our dazzled eyesG2
The electric light of enterpriseG2
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And if the old idyllic easeG2
Seems lost in keen activitiesG2
And crowded workshops now replaceG2
The hearth's and farm field's rustic graceG2
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No dull mechanic round of toilM
Life's morning charm can quite despoilM
And youth and beauty hand in handS
Will always find enchanted landS
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No task is ill where hand and brainF
And skill and strength have equal gainF
And each shall each in honor holdS
And simple manhood outweigh goldS
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Earth shall be near to Heaven when allM
That severs man from man shall fallM
For here or there salvation's planI2
Alone is love of God and manI2
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O dwellers by the MerrimacJ2
The heirs of centuries at your backJ2
Still reaping where you have not sownK2
A broader field is now your ownK2
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Hold fast your Puritan heritageL2
But let the free thought of the ageM2
Its light and hope and sweetness addS
To the stern faith the fathers hadS
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Adrift on Time's returnless tideS
As waves that follow waves we glideS
God grant we leave upon the shoreN2
Some waif of good it lacked beforeN2
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Some seed or flower or plant of worthO2
Some added beauty to the earthO2
Some larger hope some thought to makeA2
The sad world happier for its sakeA2
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As tenants of uncertain stayP
So may we live our little dayP
That only grateful hearts shall fillM
The homes we leave in HaverhillM
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The singer of a farewell rhymeP2
Upon whose outmost verge of timeP2
The shades of night are falling downQ
I pray God bless the good old townQ

John Greenleaf Whittier



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