The Virtues Of Sid Hamet[1] The Magician's Rod. 1710[2] Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The rod was but a harmless wand	A
While Moses held it in his hand	B
But soon as e'er he laid it down	C
Twas a devouring serpent grown	D
Our great magician Hamet Sid	E
Reverses what the prophet did	E
His rod was honest English wood	F
That senseless in a corner stood	F
Till metamorphos'd by his grasp	G
It grew an all devouring asp	G
Would hiss and sting and roll and twist	H
By the mere virtue of his fist	H
But when he laid it down as quick	I
Resum'd the figure of a stick	I
So to her midnight feasts the hag	J
Rides on a broomstick for a nag	J
That rais'd by magic of her breech	K
O'er sea and land conveys the witch	L
But with the morning dawn resumes	M
The peaceful state of common brooms	M
They tell us something strange and odd	N
About a certain magic rod	N
That bending down its top divines	M
Whene'er the soil has golden mines	M
Where there are none it stands erect	O
Scorning to show the least respect	O
As ready was the wand of Sid	E
To bend where golden mines were hid	E
In Scottish hills found precious ore	P
Where none e'er look'd for it before	P
And by a gentle bow divine	Q
How well a cully's purse was lined	R
To a forlorn and broken rake	S
Stood without motion like a stake	S
The rod of Hermes was renown'd	T
For charms above and under ground	T
To sleep could mortal eyelids fix	M
And drive departed souls to Styx	M
That rod was a just type of Sid's	M
Which o'er a British senate's lids	M
Could scatter opium full as well	U
And drive as many souls to hell	U
Sid's rod was slender white and tall	V
Which oft he used to fish withal	V
A PLACE was fasten'd to the hook	W
And many score of gudgeons took	W
Yet still so happy was his fate	X
He caught his fish and sav'd his bait	X
Sid's brethren of the conj'ring tribe	Y
A circle with their rod describe	Y
Which proves a magical redoubt	Z
To keep mischievous spirits out	Z
Sid's rod was of a larger stride	A2
And made a circle thrice as wide	A2
Where spirits throng'd with hideous din	B2
And he stood there to take them in	B2
But when th'enchanted rod was broke	C2
They vanish'd in a stinking smoke	C2
Achilles' sceptre was of wood	F
Like Sid's but nothing near so good	F
Though down from ancestors divine	Q
Transmitted to the heroes line	Q
Thence thro' a long descent of kings	M
Came an HEIRLOOM as Homer sings	M
Though this description looks so big	D2
That sceptre was a sapless twig	D2
Which from the fatal day when first	E2
It left the forest where 'twas nurs'd	E2
As Homer tells us o'er and o'er	F2
Nor leaf nor fruit nor blossom bore	P
Sid's sceptre full of juice did shoot	G2
In golden boughs and golden fruit	G2
And he the dragon never sleeping	H2
Guarded each fair Hesperian Pippin	B2
No hobby horse with gorgeous top	I2
The dearest in Charles Mather's shop	I2
Or glittering tinsel of May Fair	J2
Could with this rod of Sid compare	J2
Dear Sid then why wert thou so mad	K2
To break thy rod like naughty lad	K2
You should have kiss'd it in your distress	M
And then return'd it to your mistress	M
Or made it a Newmarket switch	L
And not a rod for thine own breech	K
But since old Sid has broken this	M
His next may be a rod in piss	M

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