The Lost Statesman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCADAEEFFDGGHIHIJC KLLMMLK

AS they who tossing midst the storm at nightA
While turning shoreward where a beacon shoneB
Meet the walled blackness of the heaven aloneB
So on the turbulent waves of party tossedC
In gloom and tempest men have seen thy lightA
Quenched in the darkness At thy hour of noonD
While life was pleasant to thy undimmed sightA
And day by day within thy spirit grewE
A holier hope than young Ambition knewE
As through thy rural quiet not in vainF
Pierced the sharp thrill of Freedom's cry of painF
Man of the millions thou art lost too soonD
Portents at which the bravest stand aghastG
The birth throes of a Future strange and vastG
Alarm the land yet thou so wise and strongH
Suddenly summoned to the burial bedI
Lapped in its slumbers deep and ever longH
Hear'st not the tumult surging overheadI
Who now shall rally Freedom's scattering hostJ
Who wear the mantle of the leader lostC
Who stay the march of slavery He whose voiceK
Hath called thee from thy task field shall not lackL
Yet bolder champions to beat bravely backL
The wrong which through his poor ones reaches HimM
Yet firmer hands shall Freedom's torchlights trimM
And wave them high across the abysmal blackL
Till bound dumb millions there shall see them and rejoiceK

John Greenleaf Whittier



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