September Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GAGA HIHI JKJK LILI MFMF NOPO QRQR STST UMUE VNVN JMJM WXYX ZUZU A2UA2U B2C2B2C2 D2E2D2E2| The hills are clad in purple and in gold | A |
| The ripened maize is gathered in the shock | B |
| The frost has kissed the nuts their shells unfold | A |
| And fallen leaves are floating on the lock | B |
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| The flowers their many colored petals drop | C |
| But seed pods full and ripe they leave behind | D |
| A prophecy of more abundant crop | C |
| And proof that nature in decay is kind | D |
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| But still the dahlia blooms and pansies too | E |
| The golden rod still rears its yellow crest | F |
| The sumach bobs are now of crimson hue | E |
| The luscious grape has donned its purple vest | F |
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| The forest trees so long arrayed in green | G |
| Wear now a robe like Joseph's coat of old | A |
| Brighter than that on eastern satrap seen | G |
| Tho' clad was he in purple and fine gold | A |
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| The woodbine twined about the giant oak | H |
| Blends with its purple red a brighter shade | I |
| Co mingled thus our praises they evoke | H |
| Tho' we know well this glory soon must fade | I |
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| The fields are green with grass and new sown wheat | J |
| Tho' here and there a brown stalk may appear | K |
| A dying rag weed ripened by the heat | J |
| To reproduce an hundred fold next year | K |
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| The melon yellows in the kindly sun | L |
| The peach puts on its blush like virtuous maid | I |
| The gourd its snow white band like brow of nun | L |
| While flower and gum the air with fragrance lade | I |
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| The swallows gather on the fence and wire | M |
| Chatter a loud farewell to barn and nest | F |
| And then on wings which never seem to tire | M |
| They fly away in southern bowers to rest | F |
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| The thrush no longer sings its tender song | N |
| In osage thicket or in locust hedge | O |
| But pipes its notes the negro boys among | P |
| On cotton plant or Alabama sedge | O |
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| The blackbird lingers by the flowing brook | Q |
| Or perches proudly on the shock of corn | R |
| The lark still hovers round its meadow nook | Q |
| And soars and sings as on a vernal morn | R |
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| The robin too is loth to quit the lawn | S |
| And visits yet his nest beneath the eaves | T |
| I hear his cheering notes at early dawn | S |
| To part with these old friends my spirit grieves | T |
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| But soon these feathered songsters must away | U |
| Ere winter's frosts shall chill them thro' and thro' | M |
| In other lands they find the summer day | U |
| The opening flower and the refreshing dew | E |
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| The air tho' chill is not surcharged with death | V |
| But health inspiring germs it bears along | N |
| We drink in vigor with our every breath | V |
| And life appears like spring each day a song | N |
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| God spreads a carpet for our weary feet | J |
| Richer than those which grace the palace floor | M |
| The rainbow hues are in it all complete | J |
| And tints I think of full a thousand more | M |
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| God with His hands of wind for woof collects | W |
| The forest leaves and weaves them with the grass | X |
| With nap of richest hues the fabric decks | Y |
| And spreads it out for feet of every class | X |
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| A haze at times may veil the smiling sky | Z |
| The sun his golden locks exchange for gray | U |
| But soon a western blast comes sweeping by | Z |
| The mists depart and glory crowns the day | U |
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| The lowing cattle roam from field to field | A2 |
| No more content in narrow bounds to stay | U |
| The ozone in the autumn air has healed | A2 |
| Their every ill and lo the dull beasts play | U |
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| This season has its lesson each should learn | B2 |
| The fading leaf reminds us of our doom | C2 |
| But whether like the stately tree or fern | B2 |
| In hope we travel onward to the tomb | C2 |
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| We look not for the Winter but the Spring | D2 |
| When we shall glow in beauty from the skies | E2 |
| Each now his tribute sheaf of praise should bring | D2 |
| Then hear his Lord's Well done O glorious prize | E2 |
Joseph Horatio Chant
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