The Grave By The Lake Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AA BBCCDD EEFFGG HHIIJJ KKLLMM HHNNOO HHPPQR LLSSTT UUSSPP VVWXPP HHYYLL ZZLUHH HHDDWX PPA2A2B2C2 PPUUD2D2 PPLLE2E2 PPPPF2 HHPPPP PPG2G2PP H2H2PPLL ZZPPI2I2 J2J2WWMM G2G2HHA2A2 PPE2E2K2K2 HHL2L2P UUPPPP EEM2M2N2N2 O2P2O2P2LLHH PPPA2A2P KQ2KQ2PPR2 K2KS2KPPK KZKZKKHH T2KT2KKKU KU2KU2LLV2V2 KHKHKKW2W2 KHKHKKO2X2

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Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesB
Dimple round its hundred islesB
And the mountain's granite ledgeC
Cleaves the water like a wedgeC
Ringed about with smooth gray stonesD
Rest the giant's mighty bonesD
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Close beside in shade and gleamE
Laughs and ripples Melvin streamE
Melvin water mountain bornF
All fair flowers its banks adornF
All the woodland's voices meetG
Mingling with its murmurs sweetG
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Over lowlands forest grownH
Over waters island strownH
Over silver sanded beachI
Leaf locked bay and misty reachI
Melvin stream and burial heapJ
Watch and ward the mountains keepJ
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Who that Titan cromlech fillsK
Forest kaiser lord o' the hillsK
Knight who on the birchen treeL
Carved his savage heraldryL
Priest o' the pine wood temples dimM
Prophet sage or wizard grimM
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Rugged type of primal manH
Grim utilitarianH
Loving woods for hunt and prowlN
Lake and hill for fish and fowlN
As the brown bear blind and dullO
To the grand and beautifulO
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Not for him the lesson drawnH
From the mountains smit with dawnH
Star rise moon rise flowers of MayP
Sunset's purple bloom of dayP
Took his life no hue from thenceQ
Poor amid such affluenceR
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Haply unto hill and treeL
All too near akin was heL
Unto him who stands afarS
Nature's marvels greatest areS
Who the mountain purple seeksT
Must not climb the higher peaksT
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Yet who knows in winter trampU
Or the midnight of the campU
What revealings faint and farS
Stealing down from moon and starS
Kindled in that human clodP
Thought of destiny and GodP
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Stateliest forest patriarchV
Grand in robes of skin and barkV
What sepulchral mysteriesW
What weird funeral rites were hisX
What sharp wail what drear lamentP
Back scared wolf and eagle sentP
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Now whate'er he may have beenH
Low he lies as other menH
On his mound the partridge drumsY
There the noisy blue jay comesY
Rank nor name nor pomp has heL
In the grave's democracyL
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Part thy blue lips Northern lakeZ
Moss grown rocks your silence breakZ
Tell the tale thou ancient treeL
Thou too slide worn OssipeeU
Speak and tell us how and whenH
Lived and died this king of menH
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Wordless moans the ancient pineH
Lake and mountain give no signH
Vain to trace this ring of stonesD
Vain the search of crumbling bonesD
Deepest of all mysteriesW
And the saddest silence isX
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Nameless noteless clay with clayP
Mingles slowly day by dayP
But somewhere for good or illA2
That dark soul is living stillA2
Somewhere yet that atom's forceB2
Moves the light poised universeC2
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Strange that on his burial sodP
Harebells bloom and golden rodP
While the soul's dark horoscopeU
Holds no starry sign of hopeU
Is the Unseen with sight at oddsD2
Nature's pity more than God'sD2
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Thus I mused by Melvin's sideP
While the summer eventideP
Made the woods and inland seaL
And the mountains mysteryL
And the hush of earth and airE2
Seemed the pause before a prayerE2
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Prayer for him for all who restP
Mother Earth upon thy breastP
Lapped on Christian turf or hidP
In rock cave or pyramidP
All who sleep as all who liveF2
Well may need the prayer 'Forgive '-
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Desert smothered caravanH
Knee deep dust that once was manH
Battle trenches ghastly piledP
Ocean floors with white bones tiledP
Crowded tomb and mounded sodP
Dumbly crave that prayer to GodP
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Oh the generations oldP
Over whom no church bells tolledP
Christless lifting up blind eyesG2
To the silence of the skiesG2
For the innumerable deadP
Is my soul disquietedP
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Where be now these silent hostsH2
Where the camping ground of ghostsH2
Where the spectral conscripts ledP
To the white tents of the deadP
What strange shore or chartless seaL
Holds the awful mysteryL
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Then the warm sky stooped to makeZ
Double sunset in the lakeZ
While above I saw with itP
Range on range the mountains litP
And the calm and splendor stoleI2
Like an answer to my soulI2
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Hear'st thou O of little faithJ2
What to thee the mountain saithJ2
What is whispered by the treesW
Cast on God thy care for theseW
Trust Him if thy sight be dimM
Doubt for them is doubt of HimM
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'Blind must be their close shut eyesG2
Where like night the sunshine liesG2
Fiery linked the self forged chainH
Binding ever sin to painH
Strong their prison house of willA2
But without He waiteth stillA2
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'Not with hatred's undertowP
Doth the Love Eternal flowP
Every chain that spirits wearE2
Crumbles in the breath of prayerE2
And the penitent's desireK2
Opens every gate of fireK2
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'Still Thy love O Christ arisenH
Yearns to reach these souls in prisonH
Through all depths of sin and lossL2
Drops the plummet of Thy crossL2
Never yet abyss was foundP
Deeper than that cross could sound '-
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Therefore well may Nature keepU
Equal faith with all who sleepU
Set her watch of hills aroundP
Christian grave and heathen moundP
And to cairn and kirkyard sendP
Summer's flowery dividendP
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Keep O pleasant Melvin streamE
Thy sweet laugh in shade and gleamE
On the Indian's grassy tombM2
Swing O flowers your bells of bloomM2
Deep below as high aboveN2
Sweeps the circle of God's loveN2
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He paused and questioned with his eyeO2
The hearers' verdict on his songP2
A low voice asked Is 't well to pryO2
Into the secrets which belongP2
Only to God The life to beL
Is still the unguessed mysteryL
Unsealed unpierced the cloudy walls remainH
We beat with dream and wish the soundless doors in vainH
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'But faith beyond our sight may go '-
He said 'The gracious FatherhoodP
Can only know above belowP
Eternal purposes of goodP
From our free heritage of willA2
The bitter springs of pain and illA2
Flow only in all worlds The perfect dayP
Of God is shadowless and love is love alway '-
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'I know ' she said 'the letter killsK
That on our arid fields of strifeQ2
And heat of clashing texts distilsK
The clew of spirit and of lifeQ2
But searching still the written WordP
I fain would find Thus saith the LordP
A voucher for the hope I also feelR2
That sin can give no wound beyond love's power to heal '-
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'Pray ' said the Man of Books 'give o'erK2
A theme too vast for time and placeK
Go on Sir Poet ride once moreS2
Your hobby at his old free paceK
But let him keep with step discreetP
The solid earth beneath his feetP
In the great mystery which around us liesK
The wisest is a fool the fool Heaven helped is wise '-
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The Traveller said 'If songs have creedsK
Their choice of them let singers makeZ
But Art no other sanction needsK
Than beauty for its own fair sakeZ
It grinds not in the mill of useK
Nor asks for leave nor begs excuseK
It makes the flexile laws it deigns to ownH
And gives its atmosphere its color and its toneH
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'Confess old friend your austere schoolT2
Has left your fancy little chanceK
You square to reason's rigid ruleT2
The flowing outlines of romanceK
With conscience keen from exerciseK
And chronic fear of compromiseK
You check the free play of your rhymes to clapU
A moral underneath and spring it like a trap '-
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The sweet voice answered 'Better soK
Than bolder flights that know no checkU2
Better to use the bit than throwK
The reins all loose on fancy's neckU2
The liberal range of Art should beL
The breadth of Christian libertyL
Restrained alone by challenge and alarmV2
Where its charmed footsteps tread the border land of harmV2
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'Beyond the poet's sweet dream livesK
The eternal epic of the manH
He wisest is who only givesK
True to himself the best he canH
Who drifting in the winds of praiseK
The inward monitor obeysK
And with the boldness that confesses fearW2
Takes in the crowded sail and lets his conscience steerW2
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'Thanks for the fitting word he speaksK
Nor less for doubtful word unspokenH
For the false model that he breaksK
As for the moulded grace unbrokenH
For what is missed and what remainsK
For losses which are truest gainsK
For reverence conscious of the Eternal eyeO2
And truth too fair to need the garnish of aX2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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