John Underhill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A score of years had come and goneA
Since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stoneB
When Captain Underhill bearing scarsC
From Indian ambush and Flemish warsD
Left three hilled Boston and wandered downE
East by north to Cocheco townE
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With Vane the younger in counsel sweetF
He had sat at Anna Hutchinson's feetF
And when the bolt of banishment fellG
On the head of his saintly oracleH
He had shared her ill as her good reportI
And braved the wrath of the General CourtI
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He shook from his feet as he rode awayJ
The dust of the Massachusetts BayJ
The world might bless and the world might banK
What did it matter the perfect manK
To whom the freedom of earth was givenL
Proof against sin and sure of heavenL
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He cheered his heart as he rode alongM
With screed of Scripture and holy songM
Or thought how he rode with his lances freeN
By the Lower Rhine and the Zuyder ZeeN
Till his wood path grew to a trodden roadO
And Hilton Point in the distance showedO
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He saw the church with the block house nighP
The two fair rivers the flakes therebyP
And tacking to windward low and crankQ
The little shallop from Strawberry BankQ
And he rose in his stirrups and looked abroadR
Over land and water and praised the LordS
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Goodly and stately and grave to seeN
Into the clearing's space rode heN
With the sun on the hilt of his sword in sheathT
And his silver buckles and spurs beneathT
And the settlers welcomed him one and allU
From swift Quampeagan to Gonic FallU
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And he said to the elders 'Lo I comeV
As the way seemed open to seek a homeW
Somewhat the Lord hath wrought by my handsX
In the Narragansett and NetherlandsY
And if here ye have work for a Christian manK
I will tarry and serve ye as best I canK
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'I boast not of gifts but fain would ownB
The wonderful favor God hath shownB
The special mercy vouchsafed one dayJ
On the shore of Narragansett BayJ
As I sat with my pipe from the camp asideZ
And mused like Isaac at eventideZ
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'A sudden sweetness of peace I foundZ
A garment of gladness wrapped me roundZ
I felt from the law of works releasedZ
The strife of the flesh and spirit ceasedZ
My faith to a full assurance grewA2
And all I had hoped for myself I knewA2
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'Now as God appointeth I keep my wayJ
I shall not stumble I shall not strayJ
He hath taken away my fig leaf dressB2
I wear the robe of His righteousnessC2
And the shafts of Satan no more availD2
Than Pequot arrows on Christian mail '-
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'Tarry with us ' the settlers criedZ
'Thou man of God as our ruler and guide '-
And Captain Underhill bowed his headZ
'The will of the Lord be done ' he saidZ
And the morrow beheld him sitting downE
In the ruler's seat in Cocheco townE
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And he judged therein as a just man shouldZ
His words were wise and his rule was goodZ
He coveted not his neighbor's landZ
From the holding of bribes he shook his handZ
And through the camps of the heathen ranK
A wholesome fear of the valiant manK
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But the heart is deceitful the good Book saithT
And life hath ever a savor of deathT
Through hymns of triumph the tempter callsE2
And whoso thinketh he standeth fallsE2
Alas ere their round the seasons ranK
There was grief in the soul of the saintly manK
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The tempter's arrows that rarely failD2
Had found the joints of his spiritual mailD2
And men took note of his gloomy airF2
The shame in his eye the halt in his prayerF2
The signs of a battle lost withinG2
The pain of a soul in the coils of sinG2
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Then a whisper of scandal linked his nameH2
With broken vows and a life of blameH2
And the people looked askance on himI2
As he walked among them sullen and grimI2
Ill at ease and bitter of wordZ
And prompt of quarrel with hand or swordZ
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None knew how with prayer and fasting stillJ2
He strove in the bonds of his evil willJ2
But he shook himself like Samson at lengthT
And girded anew his loins of strengthT
And bade the crier go up and downE
And call together the wondering townE
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Jeer and murmur and shaking of headZ
Ceased as he rose in his place and saidZ
'Men brethren and fathers well ye knowK2
How I came among you a year agoK2
Strong in the faith that my soul was freedZ
From sin of feeling or thought or deedZ
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'I have sinned I own it with grief and shameH2
But not with a lie on my lips I cameH2
In my blindness I verily thought my heartZ
Swept and garnished in every partZ
He chargeth His angels with folly He seesL2
The heavens unclean Was I more than theseL2
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'I urge no plea At your feet I layJ
The trust you gave me and go my wayJ
Hate me or pity me as you willJ2
The Lord will have mercy on sinners stillJ2
And I who am chiefest say to allU
Watch and pray lest ye also fall '-
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No voice made answer a sob so lowK2
That only his quickened ear could knowK2
Smote his heart with a bitter painM2
As into the forest he rode againN2
And the veil of its oaken leaves shut downE
On his latest glimpse of Cocheco townE
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Crystal clear on the man of sinG2
The streams flashed up and the sky shone inG2
On his cheek of fever the cool wind blewA2
The leaves dropped on him their tears of dewA2
And angels of God in the pure sweet guiseO2
Of flowers looked on him with sad surpriseO2
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Was his ear at fault that brook and breezeL2
Sang in their saddest of minor keysL2
What was it the mournful wood thrush saidZ
What whispered the pine trees overheadZ
Did he hear the Voice on his lonely wayJ
That Adam heard in the cool of dayJ
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Into the desert alone rode heN
Alone with the Infinite PurityN
And bowing his soul to its tender rebukeP2
As Peter did to the Master's lookQ2
He measured his path with prayers of painM2
For peace with God and nature againN2
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And in after years to Cocheco cameH2
The bruit of a once familiar nameH2
How among the Dutch of New NetherlandsY
From wild Danskamer to Haarlem sandsX
A penitent soldier preached the WordZ
And smote the heathen with Gideon's swordZ
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And the heart of Boston was glad to hearR2
How he harried the foe on the long frontierS2
And heaped on the land against him barredZ
The coals of his generous watch and wardZ
Frailest and bravest the Bay State stillJ2
Counts with her worthies John UnderhillJ2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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