Our River Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBBCDCD EFBFGHGH HIHIJHKH LBLBMFMF HFHFBNBN HFHFONON HKHKHPHP QFNF FBF KKKKRIRIFOR A SUMMER FESTIVAL AT 'THE LAURELS' ON THE MERRIMAC | A |
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Once more on yonder laurelled height | B |
The summer flowers have budded | B |
Once more with summer's golden light | B |
The vales of home are flooded | B |
And once more by the grace of Him | C |
Of every good the Giver | D |
We sing upon its wooded rim | C |
The praises of our river | D |
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Its pines above its waves below | E |
The west wind down it blowing | F |
As fair as when the young Brissot | B |
Beheld it seaward flowing | F |
And bore its memory o'er the deep | G |
To soothe a martyr's sadness | H |
And fresco hi his troubled sleep | G |
His prison walls with gladness | H |
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We know the world is rich with streams | H |
Renowned in song and story | I |
Whose music murmurs through our dreams | H |
Of human love and glory | I |
We know that Arno's banks are fair | J |
And Rhine has castled shadows | H |
And poet tuned the Doon and Ayr | K |
Go singing down their meadows | H |
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But while unpictured and unsung | L |
By painter or by poet | B |
Our river waits the tuneful tongue | L |
And cunning hand to show it | B |
We only know the fond skies lean | M |
Above it warm with blessing | F |
And the sweet soul of our Undine | M |
Awakes to our caressing | F |
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No fickle sun god holds the flocks | H |
That graze its shores in keeping | F |
No icy kiss of Dian mocks | H |
The youth beside it sleeping | F |
Our Christian river loveth most | B |
The beautiful and human | N |
The heathen streams of Naiads boast | B |
But ours of man and woman | N |
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The miner in his cabin hears | H |
The ripple we are hearing | F |
It whispers soft to homesick ears | H |
Around the settler's clearing | F |
In Sacramento's vales of corn | O |
Or Santee's bloom of cotton | N |
Our river by its valley born | O |
Was never yet forgotten | N |
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The drum rolls loud the bugle fills | H |
The summer air with clangor | K |
The war storm shakes the solid hills | H |
Beneath its tread of anger | K |
Young eyes that last year smiled in ours | H |
Now point the rifle's barrel | P |
And hands then stained with fruits and flowers | H |
Bear redder stains of quarrel | P |
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But blue skies smile and flowers bloom on | Q |
And rivers still keep flowing | F |
The dear God still his rain and sun | N |
On good and ill bestowing | F |
His pine trees whisper 'Trust and wait ' | - |
His flowers are prophesying | F |
That all we dread of change or fate | B |
His live is underlying | F |
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And thou O Mountain born no more | K |
We ask the wise Allotter | K |
Than for the firmness of thy shore | K |
The calmness of thy water | K |
The cheerful lights that overlay | R |
Thy rugged slopes with beauty | I |
To match our spirits to our day | R |
And make a joy of duty | I |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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