Life's Trilogy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDFGG HIHIHH JHJHKL MNMNOO PQPQHH JRJRSS TUTUVW XYXYZZ GA2GA2HH JB2JB2PP

Youth dreams of all the years shall holdA
Of poems writ of battles wonB
Of statues made of love of goldA
And honors added one by oneB
How sweet the song of Hope if sungC
When life is youngC
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Man's dreams are stern and few indeedD
His youthful aims he finds despisedE
For in a world of strife and greedD
Ideals must be sacrificedF
Alas there is so little timeG
In manhood's primeG
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Age dreams of what the years have broughtH
The blots upon life's tear dimmed scrollI
The brave attempts that came to naughtH
The unsolved problems of the soulI
How sadly is the tale retoldH
When life is oldH
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Youth Manhood Age the fatal ThreeJ
Illusion Struggle and RegretH
So hath it been so shall it beJ
And to what end We know not yetH
Still sweeps the mighty life flood onK
Now here now goneL
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Seed bud florescence and decayM
In nature races nations menN
Nay Earth itself shall fail one dayM
To feed its freezing brood What thenN
Successive cycles vast and smallO
Can these be allO
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Do all these swirls of suns and soulsP
Of spirit keen and senseless stoneQ
Speed on to no appointed goalsP
Like sand along the desert blownQ
Forever born from out the voidH
To be destroyedH
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Nay Reason shocked at anarchyJ
Demands an author and an aimR
Seeks ever for the master keyJ
To solve the mystery Whence cameR
This starlit sea of EvermoreS
Without a shoreS
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And whence comes Life that occult ForceT
So rich in its prolific rangeU
So frail and swift to run its courseT
Yet deathless in protean changeU
Must we not hope that Death will clearV
The darkness hereW
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Such hopes appear of little worthX
When peering through our planet's barsY
We picture this our tiny EarthX
Amid that wilderness of starsY
Yet in those sun strewn depths of spaceZ
It hath its placeZ
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Its rhythmic motion tuned to timeG
Its awful rush yet sure returnA2
Make even our dim orb sublimeG
And we at last the truth discernA2
With God is neither small nor greatH
Nor soon nor lateH
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Unconscious actors it may beJ
That here we painfully rehearseB2
In parts whose plots we do not seeJ
Some drama of the universeB2
Advanced as nobler grow our soulsP
To loftier rolesP

John L. Stoddard



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