The Christian Tourists Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDEFGFGHIHIJBJB HHHHKLKLMNMNHOHOPHPH LJLJQRQQSBSBHQHQTUTU VUVU

No aimless wanderers by the fiend UnrestA
Goaded from shore to shoreB
No schoolmen turning in their classic questA
The leaves of empire o'erC
Simple of faith and bearing in their heartsD
The love of man and GodE
Isles of old song the Moslem's ancient martsD
And Scythia's steppes they trodE
Where the long shadows of the fir and pineF
In the night sun are castG
And the deep heart of many a Norland mineF
Quakes at each riving blastG
Where in barbaric grandeur Moskwa standsH
A baptized Scythian queenI
With Europe's arts and Asia's jewelled handsH
The North and East betweenI
Where still through vales of Grecian fable strayJ
The classic forms of yoreB
And beauty smiles new risen from the sprayJ
And Dian weeps once moreB
Where every tongue in Smyrna's mart resoundsH
And Stamboul from the seaH
Lifts her tall minarets over burial groundsH
Black with the cypress treeH
From Malta's temples to the gates of RomeK
Following the track of PaulL
And where the Alps gird round the Switzer's homeK
Their vast eternal wallL
They paused not by the ruins of old timeM
They scanned no pictures rareN
Nor lingered where the snow locked mountains climbM
The cold abyss of airN
But unto prisons where men lay in chainsH
To haunts where Hunger pinedO
To kings and courts forgetful of the painsH
And wants of human kindO
Scattering sweet words and quiet deeds of goodP
Along their way like flowersH
Or pleading as Christ's freemen only couldP
With princes and with powersH
Their single aim the purpose to fulfilL
Of Truth from day to dayJ
Simply obedient to its guiding willL
They held their pilgrim wayJ
Yet dream not hence the beautiful and oldQ
Were wasted on their sightR
Who in the school of Christ had learned to holdQ
All outward things arightQ
Not less to them the breath of vineyards blownS
From off the Cyprian shoreB
Not less for them the Alps in sunset shoneS
That man they valued moreB
A life of beauty lends to all it seesH
The beauty of its thoughtQ
And fairest forms and sweetest harmoniesH
Make glad its way unsoughtQ
In sweet accordancy of praise and loveT
The singing waters runU
And sunset mountains wear in light aboveT
The smile of duty doneU
Sure stands the promise ever to the meekV
A heritage is givenU
Nor lose they Earth who single hearted seekV
The righteousness of HeavenU

John Greenleaf Whittier



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