To Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDEE FFGG HHII JJKK LLMM NNOO PPQQ RRSS TTUU VVWW XXYY ZZA2A2| This the last of Mr Whittier's poems was written but a few weeks before his death | A |
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| Among the thousands who with hail and cheer | B |
| Will welcome thy new year | B |
| How few of all have passed as thou and I | C |
| So many milestones by | C |
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| We have grown old together we have seen | D |
| Our youth and age between | D |
| Two generations leave us and to day | E |
| We with the third hold way | E |
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| Loving and loved If thought must backward run | F |
| To those who one by one | F |
| In the great silence and the dark beyond | G |
| Vanished with farewells fond | G |
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| Unseen not lost our grateful memories still | H |
| Their vacant places fill | H |
| And with the full voiced greeting of new friends | I |
| A tenderer whisper blends | I |
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| Linked close in a pathetic brotherhood | J |
| Of mingled ill and good | J |
| Of joy and grief of grandeur and of shame | K |
| For pity more than blame | K |
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| The gift is thine the weary world to make | L |
| More cheerful for thy sake | L |
| Soothing the ears its Miserere pains | M |
| With the old Hellenic strains | M |
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| Lighting the sullen face of discontent | N |
| With smiles for blessings sent | N |
| Enough of selfish wailing has been had | O |
| Thank God for notes more glad | O |
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| Life is indeed no holiday therein | P |
| Are want and woe and sin | P |
| Death and its nameless fears and over all | Q |
| Our pitying tears must fall | Q |
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| Sorrow is real but the counterfeit | R |
| Which folly brings to it | R |
| We need thy wit and wisdom to resist | S |
| O rarest Optimist | S |
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| Thy hand old friend the service of our days | T |
| In differing moods and ways | T |
| May prove to those who follow in our train | U |
| Not valueless nor vain | U |
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| Far off and faint as echoes of a dream | V |
| The songs of boyhood seem | V |
| Yet on our autumn boughs unflown with spring | W |
| The evening thrushes sing | W |
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| The hour draws near howe'er delayed and late | X |
| When at the Eternal Gate | X |
| We leave the words and works we call our own | Y |
| And lift void hands alone | Y |
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| For love to fill Our nakedness of soul | Z |
| Brings to that Gate no toll | Z |
| Giftless we come to Him who all things gives | A2 |
| And live because He lives | A2 |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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