My Namesake Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington New JerseyA
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You scarcely need my tardy thanksB
Who self rewarded nurse and tendC
A green leaf on your own Green BanksB
The memory of your friendC
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For me no wreath bloom woven hidesD
The sobered brow and lessening hairE
For aught I know the myrtled sidesD
Of Helicon are bareE
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Their scallop shells so many bringF
The fabled founts of song to tryG
They've drained for aught I know the springF
Of Aganippe dryG
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Ah well The wreath the Muses braidH
Proves often Folly's cap and bellI
Methinks my ample beaver's shadeH
May serve my turn as wellI
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Let Love's and Friendship's tender debtJ
Be paid by those I love in lifeK
Why should the unborn critic whetJ
For me his scalping knifeK
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Why should the stranger peer and pryG
One's vacant house of life aboutL
And drag for curious ear and eyeG
His faults and follies outL
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Why stuff for fools to gaze uponM
With chaff of words the garb he woreN
As corn husks when the ear is goneO
Are rustled all the moreN
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Let kindly Silence close againP
The picture vanish from the eyeG
And on the dim and misty mainQ
Let the small ripple dieG
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Yet not the less I own your claimR
To grateful thanks dear friends of mineS
Hang if it please you so my nameR
Upon your household lineS
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Let Fame from brazen lips blow wideT
Her chosen names I envy noneU
A mother's love a father's prideT
Shall keep alive my ownV
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Still shall that name as now recallW
The young leaf wet with morning dewX
The glory where the sunbeams fallW
The breezy woodlands throughX
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That name shall be a household wordY
A spell to waken smile or sighG
In many an evening prayer be heardY
And cradle lullabyG
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And thou dear child in riper daysZ
When asked the reason of thy nameR
Shalt answer One 't were vain to praiseZ
Or censure bore the sameR
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'Some blamed him some believed him goodA2
The truth lay doubtless 'twixt the twoX
He reconciled as best he couldA2
Old faith and fancies newX
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'In him the grave and playful mixedB2
And wisdom held with folly truceC2
And Nature compromised betwixtB2
Good fellow and recluseC2
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'He loved his friends forgave his foesD2
And if his words were harsh at timesE2
He spared his fellow men his blowsD2
Fell only on their crimesE2
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'He loved the good and wise but foundF2
His human heart to all akinG2
Who met him on the common groundF2
Of suffering and of sinG2
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'Whate'er his neighbors might endureH2
Of pain or grief his own becameR
For all the ills he could not cureH2
He held himself to blameR
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'His good was mainly an intentI2
His evil not of forethought doneU
The work he wrought was rarely meantI2
Or finished as begunU
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'Ill served his tides of feeling strongJ2
To turn the common mills of useC2
And over restless wings of songJ2
His birthright garb hung looseC2
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'His eye was beauty's powerless slaveK2
And his the ear which discord painsL2
Few guessed beneath his aspect graveK2
What passions strove in chainsL2
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'He had his share of care and painQ
No holiday was life to himM2
Still in the heirloom cup we drainQ
The bitter drop will swimM2
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'Yet Heaven was kind and here a birdY
And there a flower beguiled his wayN2
And cool in summer noons he heardY
The fountains plash and playN2
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'On all his sad or restless moodsO2
The patient peace of Nature stoleP2
The quiet of the fields and woodsQ2
Sank deep into his soulP2
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'He worshipped as his fathers didR2
And kept the faith of childish daysZ
And howsoe'er he strayed or slidR2
He loved the good old waysZ
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'The simple tastes the kindly traitsS2
The tranquil air and gentle speechT2
The silence of the soul that waitsS2
For more than man to teachT2
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'The cant of party school and sectU2
Provoked at times his honest scornV2
And Folly in its gray respectU2
He tossed on satire's hornV2
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'But still his heart was full of aweW2
And reverence for all sacred thingsX2
And brooding over form and law '-
He saw the Spirit's wingsX2
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'Life's mystery wrapt him like a cloudY2
He heard far voices mock his ownV
The sweep of wings unseen the loudY2
Long roll of waves unknownV
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'The arrows of his straining sightZ2
Fell quenched in darkness priest and sageA3
Like lost guides calling left and rightZ2
Perplexed his doubtful ageA3
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'Like childhood listening for the soundF2
Of its dropped pebbles in the wellI
All vainly down the dark profoundF2
His brief lined plummet fellI
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'So scattering flowers with pious painsL2
On old beliefs of later creedsB3
Which claimed a place in Truth's domainsL2
He asked the title deedsB3
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'He saw the old time's groves and shrinesC3
In the long distance fair and dimM2
And heard like sound of far off pinesC3
The century mellowed hymnM2
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'He dared not mock the Dervish whirlD3
The Brahmin's rite the Lama's spellI
God knew the heart Devotion's pearlD3
Might sanctify the shellI
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'While others trod the altar stairsE3
He faltered like the publicanM2
And while they praised as saints his prayersE3
Were those of sinful manM2
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'For awed by Sinai's Mount of LawF3
The trembling faith alone sufficedG3
That through its cloud and flame he sawF3
The sweet sad face of ChristG3
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'And listening with his forehead bowedY2
Heard the Divine compassion fillH3
The pauses of the trump and cloudY2
With whispers small and stillH3
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'The words he spake the thoughts he pennedC
Are mortal as his hand and brainM2
But if they served the Master's endC
He has not lived in vain '-
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Heaven make thee better than thy nameR
Child of my friends For thee I craveK2
What riches never bought nor fameR
To mortal longing gaveK2
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I pray the prayer of Plato oldI3
God make thee beautiful withinM2
And let thine eyes the good beholdI3
In everything save sinM2
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Imagination held in checkJ3
To serve not rule thy poised mindK3
Thy Reason at the frown or beckJ3
Of Conscience loose or bindK3
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No dreamer thou but real allW
Strong manhood crowning vigorous youthL3
Life made by duty epicalW
And rhythmic with the truthL3
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So shall that life the fruitage yieldM3
Which trees of healing only giveN3
And green leafed in the Eternal fieldM3
Of God forever liveO3

John Greenleaf Whittier



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