Mary Garvin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBCDC BBEBFGHG IJKJLMIM CGNG NOBO PBPQRSR TBUB UVOV OOGO WXXX OYVY XXX VXNX AGXG GXAX X AG XZIZ A2 B2 OX OXC2X GOX XD2ND2 GXX VXBX NE2X NON F2BN AXB BZB G2GIZ H2I2G BXB2X XD2A GGBG ZGG AZVZ ZXAX ZGZ GJ2BJ2 ZXBX OK2L2 M2XGX B G| FROM the heart of Waumbek Methna from the | A |
| lake that never fails | B |
| Falls the Saco in the green lap of Conway's | B |
| intervales | B |
| There in wild and virgin freshness its waters | B |
| foam and flow | C |
| As when Darby Field first saw them two hundred | D |
| years ago | C |
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| But vexed in all its seaward course with bridges | B |
| dams and mills | B |
| How changed is Saco's stream how lost its freedom | E |
| of the hills | B |
| Since travelled Jocelyn factor Vines and stately | F |
| Champernoon | G |
| Heard on its banks the gray wolf's howl the trumpet | H |
| of the loon | G |
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| With smoking axle hot with speed with steeds of | I |
| fire and steam | J |
| Wide waked To day leaves Yesterday behind him | K |
| like a dream | J |
| Still from the hurrying train of Life fly backward | L |
| far and fast | M |
| The milestones of the fathers the landmarks of | I |
| the past | M |
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| But human hearts remain unchanged the sorrow | C |
| and the sin | G |
| The loves and hopes and fears of old are to our | N |
| own akin | G |
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| And if in tales our fathers told the songs our | N |
| mothers sung | O |
| Tradition wears a snowy beard Romance is always | B |
| young | O |
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| O sharp lined man of traffic on Saco's banks today | P |
| O mill girl watching late and long the shuttle's | B |
| restless play | P |
| Let for the once a listening ear the working hand | Q |
| beguile | R |
| And lend my old Provincial tale as suits a tear or | S |
| smile | R |
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| The evening gun had sounded from gray Fort | T |
| Mary's walls | B |
| Through the forest like a wild beast roared and | U |
| plunged the Saco's' falls | B |
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| And westward on the sea wind that damp and | U |
| gusty grew | V |
| Over cedars darkening inland the smokes of Spurwink | O |
| blew | V |
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| On the hearth of Farmer Garvin blazed the crackling | O |
| walnut log | O |
| Right and left sat dame and goodman and between | G |
| them lay the dog | O |
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| Head on paws and tail slow wagging and beside | W |
| him on her mat | X |
| Sitting drowsy in the firelight winked and purred | X |
| the mottled cat | X |
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| 'Twenty years ' said Goodman Garvin speaking | O |
| sadly under breath | Y |
| And his gray head slowly shaking as one who | V |
| speaks of death | Y |
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| The goodwife dropped her needles 'It is twenty | X |
| years to day | X |
| Since the Indians fell on Saco and stole our child | X |
| away ' | - |
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| Then they sank into the silence for each knew | V |
| the other's thought | X |
| Of a great and common sorrow and words were | N |
| needed not | X |
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| 'Who knocks ' cried Goodman Garvin The | A |
| door was open thrown | G |
| On two strangers man and maiden cloaked and | X |
| furred the fire light shone | G |
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| One with courteous gesture lifted the bear skin | G |
| from his head | X |
| 'Lives here Elkanah Garvin ' 'I am he ' the | A |
| goodman said | X |
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| 'Sit ye down and dry and warm ye for the night | X |
| is chill with rain ' | - |
| And the goodwife drew the settle and stirred the | A |
| fire amain | G |
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| The maid unclasped her cloak hood the firelight | X |
| glistened fair | Z |
| In her large moist eyes and over soft folds of | I |
| dark brown hair | Z |
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| Dame Garvin looked upon her 'It is Mary's self | A2 |
| I see ' | - |
| 'Dear heart ' she cried 'now tell me has my | B2 |
| child come back to me ' | - |
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| 'My name indeed is Mary ' said the stranger sobbing | O |
| wild | X |
| 'Will you be to me a mother I am Mary Garvin's child ' | - |
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| 'She sleeps by wooded Simcoe but on her dying | O |
| day | X |
| She bade my father take me to her kinsfolk far | C2 |
| away | X |
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| 'And when the priest besought her to do me no | G |
| such wrong | O |
| She said 'May God forgive me I have closed | X |
| my heart too long ' | - |
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| ''When I hid me from my father and shut out | X |
| my mother's call | D2 |
| I sinned against those dear ones and the Father | N |
| of us all | D2 |
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| ''Christ's love rebukes no home love breaks no | G |
| tie of kin apart | X |
| Better heresy in doctrine than heresy of heart | X |
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| ''Tell me not the Church must censure she who | V |
| wept the Cross beside | X |
| Never made her own flesh strangers nor the claims | B |
| of blood denied | X |
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| ''And if she who wronged her parents with her | N |
| child atones to them | E2 |
| Earthly daughter Heavenly Mother thou at least | X |
| wilt not condemn ' | - |
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| 'So upon her death bed lying my blessed mother | N |
| spake | O |
| As we come to do her bidding So receive us for her | N |
| sake ' | - |
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| 'God be praised ' said Goodwife Garvin 'He taketh | F2 |
| and He gives | B |
| He woundeth but He healeth in her child our | N |
| daughter lives ' | - |
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| 'Amen ' the old man answered as he brushed a | A |
| tear away | X |
| And kneeling by his hearthstone said with reverence | B |
| 'Let us pray ' | - |
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| All its Oriental symbols and its Hebrew pararphrase | B |
| Warm with earnest life and feeling rose his prayer | Z |
| of love and praise | B |
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| But he started at beholding as he rose from off | G2 |
| his knee | G |
| The stranger cross his forehead with the sign of | I |
| Papistrie | Z |
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| 'What is this ' cried Farmer Garvin 'Is an English | H2 |
| Christian's home | I2 |
| A chapel or a mass house that you make the sign | G |
| of Rome ' | - |
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| Then the young girl knelt beside him kissed his | B |
| trembling hand and cried | X |
| Oh forbear to chide my father in that faith my | B2 |
| mother died | X |
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| 'On her wooden cross at Simcoe the dews and | X |
| sunshine fall | D2 |
| As they fall on Spurwink's graveyard and the | A |
| dear God watches all ' | - |
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| The old man stroked the fair head that rested on | G |
| his knee | G |
| 'Your words dear child ' he answered 'are God's | B |
| rebuke to me | G |
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| 'Creed and rite perchance may differ yet our | Z |
| faith and hope be one | G |
| Let me be your father's father let him be to me | G |
| a son ' | - |
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| When the horn on Sabbath morning through the | A |
| still and frosty air | Z |
| From Spurwink Pool and Black Point called to | V |
| sermon and to prayer | Z |
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| To the goodly house of worship where in order | Z |
| due and fit | X |
| As by public vote directed classed and ranked the | A |
| people sit | X |
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| Mistress first and goodwife after clerkly squire | Z |
| before the clown | G |
| 'From the brave coat lace embroidered to the gray | Z |
| frock shading down ' | - |
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| From the pulpit read the preacher 'Goodman | G |
| Garvin and his wife | J2 |
| Fain would thank the Lord whose kindness has | B |
| followed them through life | J2 |
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| 'For the great and crowning mercy that their | Z |
| daughter from the wild | X |
| Where she rests they hope in God's peace has | B |
| sent to them her child | X |
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| 'And the prayers of all God's people they ask | O |
| that they may prove | K2 |
| Not unworthy through their weakness of such | L2 |
| special proof of love ' | - |
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| As the preacher prayed uprising the aged couple | M2 |
| stood | X |
| And the fair Canadian also in her modest maiden | G |
| hood | X |
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| Thought the elders grave and doubting 'She is | B |
| Papist born and bred ' | - |
| Thought the young men ''T is an angel in Mary | G |
| Garvin's stead ' | - |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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