Our River Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBBBCDCD EFBFGHGH HIHIJHKH LBLBMFMF HFHFBNBN HFHFONON HKHKHPHP QFNF FBF KKKKRIRI

FOR A SUMMER FESTIVAL AT 'THE LAURELS' ON THE MERRIMACA
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Once more on yonder laurelled heightB
The summer flowers have buddedB
Once more with summer's golden lightB
The vales of home are floodedB
And once more by the grace of HimC
Of every good the GiverD
We sing upon its wooded rimC
The praises of our riverD
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Its pines above its waves belowE
The west wind down it blowingF
As fair as when the young BrissotB
Beheld it seaward flowingF
And bore its memory o'er the deepG
To soothe a martyr's sadnessH
And fresco hi his troubled sleepG
His prison walls with gladnessH
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We know the world is rich with streamsH
Renowned in song and storyI
Whose music murmurs through our dreamsH
Of human love and gloryI
We know that Arno's banks are fairJ
And Rhine has castled shadowsH
And poet tuned the Doon and AyrK
Go singing down their meadowsH
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But while unpictured and unsungL
By painter or by poetB
Our river waits the tuneful tongueL
And cunning hand to show itB
We only know the fond skies leanM
Above it warm with blessingF
And the sweet soul of our UndineM
Awakes to our caressingF
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No fickle sun god holds the flocksH
That graze its shores in keepingF
No icy kiss of Dian mocksH
The youth beside it sleepingF
Our Christian river loveth mostB
The beautiful and humanN
The heathen streams of Naiads boastB
But ours of man and womanN
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The miner in his cabin hearsH
The ripple we are hearingF
It whispers soft to homesick earsH
Around the settler's clearingF
In Sacramento's vales of cornO
Or Santee's bloom of cottonN
Our river by its valley bornO
Was never yet forgottenN
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The drum rolls loud the bugle fillsH
The summer air with clangorK
The war storm shakes the solid hillsH
Beneath its tread of angerK
Young eyes that last year smiled in oursH
Now point the rifle's barrelP
And hands then stained with fruits and flowersH
Bear redder stains of quarrelP
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But blue skies smile and flowers bloom onQ
And rivers still keep flowingF
The dear God still his rain and sunN
On good and ill bestowingF
His pine trees whisper 'Trust and wait '-
His flowers are prophesyingF
That all we dread of change or fateB
His live is underlyingF
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And thou O Mountain born no moreK
We ask the wise AllotterK
Than for the firmness of thy shoreK
The calmness of thy waterK
The cheerful lights that overlayR
Thy rugged slopes with beautyI
To match our spirits to our dayR
And make a joy of dutyI

John Greenleaf Whittier



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