The Exiles. 1660 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE FG DH FIDJ KLAL MNFO APQP FRF ISTS UVW XUY ZA2FA2 B2C2D2C2 FJAJ AE2F IF2JG2 H2ZI2 J2FK2 AF L2M2F FFN2F O2FDF IUOU UFUF F UK FP2F K2Q2FQ2 KFFF FFU FR2FR2 FUUU S2T2U2T2 UUF FLU2 IV2 UW2T2X2 F F F U UUU Y2UJU J2YFY H2FZ2F MFG2F J2A3B3A3 UFUF FC3T2C3 FV2FV2 D3FU2F J2FE3F H2UJ2U T2FFF UF3C3F3 G3FH3F J2UGU C3FJ2F FH3J2H3 UUUU I3FUF J3E2T2E2 FUKU

The goodman sat beside his doorA
One sultry afternoonB
With his young wife singing at his sideC
An old and goodly tuneB
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A glimmer of heat was in the airD
The dark green woods were stillE
And the skirts of a heavy thunder cloudF
Hung over the western hillE
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Black thick and vast arose that cloudF
Above the wildernessG
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As some dark world from upper airD
Were stooping over thisH
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At times the solemn thunder pealedF
And all was still againI
Save a low murmur in the airD
Of coming wind and rainJ
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Just as the first big rain drop fellK
A weary stranger cameL
And stood before the farmer's doorA
With travel soiled and lameL
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Sad seemed he yet sustaining hopeM
Was in his quiet glanceN
And peace like autumn's moonlight clothedF
His tranquil countenanceO
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A look like that his Master woreA
In Pilate's council hallP
It told of wrongs but of a loveQ
Meekly forgiving allP
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'Friend wilt thou give me shelter here '-
The stranger meekly saidF
And leaning on his oaken staffR
The goodman's features readF
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'My life is hunted evil menI
Are following in my trackS
The traces of the torturer's whipT
Are on my aged backS
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'And much I fear 't will peril theeU
Within thy doors to takeV
A hunted seeker of the TruthW
Oppressed for conscience' sake '-
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Oh kindly spoke the goodman's wifeX
'Come in old man ' quoth sheU
'We will not leave thee to the stormY
Whoever thou mayst be '-
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Then came the aged wanderer inZ
And silent sat him downA2
While all within grew dark as nightF
Beneath the storm cloud's frownA2
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But while the sudden lightning's blazeB2
Filled every cottage nookC2
And with the jarring thunder rollD2
The loosened casements shookC2
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A heavy tramp of horses' feetF
Came sounding up the laneJ
And half a score of horse or moreA
Came plunging through the rainJ
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'Now Goodman Macy ope thy doorA
We would not be house breakersE2
A rueful deed thou'st done this dayF
In harboring banished Quakers '-
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Out looked the cautious goodman thenI
With much of fear and aweF2
For there with broad wig drenched with rainJ
The parish priest he sawG2
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Open thy door thou wicked manH2
And let thy pastor inZ
And give God thanks if forty stripesI2
Repay thy deadly sin '-
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'What seek ye ' quoth the goodmanJ2
'The stranger is my guestF
He is worn with toil and grievous wrongK2
Pray let the old man rest '-
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'Now out upon thee canting knave '-
And strong hands shook the doorA
'Believe me Macy ' quoth the priestF
'Thou 'lt rue thy conduct sore '-
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Then kindled Macy's eye of fireL2
'No priest who walks the earthM2
Shall pluck away the stranger guestF
Made welcome to my hearth '-
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Down from his cottage wall he caughtF
The matchlock hotly triedF
At Preston pans and Marston moorN2
By fiery Ireton's sideF
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Where Puritan and CavalierO2
With shout and psalm contendedF
And Rupert's oath and Cromwell's prayerD
With battle thunder blendedF
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Up rose the ancient stranger thenI
'My spirit is not freeU
To bring the wrath and violenceO
Of evil men on theeU
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'And for thyself I pray forbearU
Bethink thee of thy LordF
Who healed again the smitten earU
And sheathed His follower's swordF
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'I go as to the slaughter ledF
Friends of the poor farewell '-
Beneath his hand the oaken doorU
Back on its hinges fellK
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'Come forth old graybeard yea and nay '-
The reckless scoffers criedF
As to a horseman's saddle bowP2
The old man's arms were tiedF
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And of his bondage hard and longK2
In Boston's crowded jailQ2
Where suffering woman's prayer was heardF
With sickening childhood's wailQ2
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It suits not with our tale to tellK
Those scenes have passed awayF
Let the dim shadows of the pastF
Brood o'er that evil dayF
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'Ho sheriff ' quoth the ardent priestF
'Take Goodman Macy tooF
The sin of this day's heresyU
His back or purse shall rue '-
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'Now goodwife haste thee ' Macy criedF
She caught his manly armR2
Behind the parson urged pursuitF
With outcry and alarmR2
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Ho speed the Macys neck or naughtF
The river course was nearU
The plashing on its pebbled shoreU
Was music to their earU
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A gray rock tasselled o'er with birchS2
Above the waters hungT2
And at its base with every waveU2
A small light wherry swungT2
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A leap they gain the boat and thereU
The goodman wields his oarU
'Ill luck betide them all ' he criedF
'The laggards on the shore '-
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Down through the crashing underwoodF
The burly sheriff cameL
'Stand Goodman Macy yield thyselfU2
Yield in the King's own name '-
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'Now out upon thy hangman's face '-
Bold Macy answered thenI
'Whip women on the village greenV2
But meddle not with men '-
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The priest came panting to the shoreU
His grave cocked hat was goneW2
Behind him like some owl's nest hungT2
His wig upon a thornX2
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'Come back come back ' the parson criedF
'The church's curse beware '-
'Curse an' thou wilt ' said Macy 'butF
Thy blessing prithee spare '-
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'Vile scoffer ' cried the baffled priestF
'Thou 'lt yet the gallows see '-
'Who's born to be hanged will not be drowned '-
Quoth Macy merrilyU
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'And so sir sheriff and priest good by '-
He bent him to his oarU
And the small boat glided quietlyU
From the twain upon the shoreU
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Now in the west the heavy cloudsY2
Scattered and fell asunderU
While feebler came the rush of rainJ
And fainter growled the thunderU
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And through the broken clouds the sunJ2
Looked out serene and warmY
Painting its holy symbol lightF
Upon the passing stormY
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Oh beautiful that rainbow spanH2
O'er dim Crane neck was bendedF
One bright foot touched the eastern hillsZ2
And one with ocean blendedF
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By green Pentucket's southern'slopeM
The small boat glided fastF
The watchers of the Block house sawG2
The strangers as they passedF
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That night a stalwart garrisonJ2
Sat shaking in their shoesA3
To hear the dip of Indian oarsB3
The glide of birch canoesA3
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The fisher wives of SalisburyU
The men were all awayF
Looked out to see the stranger oarU
Upon their waters playF
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Deer Island's rocks and fir trees threwF
Their sunset shadows o'er themC3
And Newbury's spire and weathercockT2
Peered o'er the pines before themC3
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Around the Black Rocks on their leftF
The marsh lay broad and greenV2
And on their right with dwarf shrubs crownedF
Plum Island's hills were seenV2
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With skilful hand and wary eyeD3
The harbor bar was crossedF
A plaything of the restless waveU2
The boat on ocean tossedF
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The glory of the sunset heavenJ2
On land and water layF
On the steep hills of AgawamE3
On cape and bluff and bayF
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They passed the gray rocks of Cape AnnH2
And Gloucester's harbor barU
The watch fire of the garrisonJ2
Shone like a setting starU
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How brightly broke the morningT2
On Massachusetts BayF
Blue wave and bright green islandF
Rejoicing in the dayF
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On passed the bark in safetyU
Round isle and headland steepF3
No tempest broke above themC3
No fog cloud veiled the deepF3
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Far round the bleak and stormy CapeG3
The venturous Macy passedF
And on Nantucket's naked isleH3
Drew up his boat at lastF
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And how in log built cabinJ2
They braved the rough sea weatherU
And there in peace and quietnessG
Went down life's vale togetherU
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How others drew around themC3
And how their fishing spedF
Until to every wind of heavenJ2
Nantucket's sails were spreadF
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How pale Want alternatedF
With Plenty's golden smileH3
Behold is it not writtenJ2
In the annals of the isleH3
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And yet that isle remainethU
A refuge of the freeU
As when true hearted MacyU
Beheld it from the seaU
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Free as the winds that winnowI3
Her shrubless hills of sandF
Free as the waves that batterU
Along her yielding landF
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Than hers at duty's summonsJ3
No loftier spirit stirsE2
Nor falls o'er human sufferingT2
A readier tear then hersE2
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God bless the sea beat islandF
And grant forevermoreU
That charity and freedom dwellK
As now upon her shoreU

John Greenleaf Whittier



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