My Thanks, Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEFE GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMN OPOP QHQH RARA SHSH IEIE HTHT UVUV IEIE WXWX YZYZ A2UA2U| ACCOMPANYING MANUSCRIPTS PRESENTED TO A FRIEND | A |
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| 'T is said that in the Holy Land | B |
| The angels of the place have blessed | C |
| The pilgrim's bed of desert sand | B |
| Like Jacob's stone of rest | C |
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| That down the hush of Syrian skies | D |
| Some sweet voiced saint at twilight sings | E |
| The song whose holy symphonies | F |
| Are beat by unseen wings | E |
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| Till starting from his sandy bed | G |
| The wayworn wanderer looks to see | H |
| The halo of an angel's head | G |
| Shine through the tamarisk tree | H |
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| So through the shadows of my way | I |
| Thy smile hath fallen soft and clear | J |
| So at the weary close of day | I |
| Hath seemed thy voice of cheer | J |
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| That pilgrim pressing to his goal | K |
| May pause not for the vision's sake | L |
| Yet all fair things within his soul | K |
| The thought of it shall wake | L |
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| The graceful palm tree by the well | M |
| Seen on the far horizon's rim | N |
| The dark eyes of the fleet gazelle | M |
| Bent timidly on him | N |
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| Each pictured saint whose golden hair | O |
| Streams sunlike through the convent's gloom | P |
| Pale shrines of martyrs young and fair | O |
| And loving Mary's tomb | P |
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| And thus each tint or shade which falls | Q |
| From sunset cloud or waving tree | H |
| Along my pilgrim path recalls | Q |
| The pleasant thought of thee | H |
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| Of one in sun and shade the same | R |
| In weal and woe my steady friend | A |
| Whatever by that holy name | R |
| The angels comprehend | A |
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| Not blind to faults and follies thou | S |
| Hast never failed the good to see | H |
| Nor judged by one unseemly bough | S |
| The upward struggling tree | H |
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| These light leaves at thy feet I lay | I |
| Poor common thoughts on common things | E |
| Which time is shaking day by day | I |
| Like feathers from his wings | E |
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| Chance shootings from a frail life tree | H |
| To nurturing care but little known | T |
| Their good was partly learned of thee | H |
| Their folly is my own | T |
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| That tree still clasps the kindly mould | U |
| Its leaves still drink the twilight dew | V |
| And weaving its pale green with gold | U |
| Still shines the sunlight through | V |
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| There still the morning zephyrs play | I |
| And there at times the spring bird sings | E |
| And mossy trunk and fading spray | I |
| Are flowered with glossy wings | E |
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| Yet even in genial sun and rain | W |
| Root branch and leaflet fail and fade | X |
| The wanderer on its lonely plain | W |
| Erelong shall miss its shade | X |
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| O friend beloved whose curious skill | Y |
| Keeps bright the last year's leaves and flowers | Z |
| With warm glad summer thoughts to fill | Y |
| The cold dark winter hours | Z |
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| Pressed on thy heart the leaves I bring | A2 |
| May well defy the wintry cold | U |
| Until in Heaven's eternal spring | A2 |
| Life's fairer ones unfold | U |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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