In Memoriam. - Governor Joseph Trumbull, Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEF GHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ A2 B2C2ED2E2F2HG2H2XF2I 2J2O K2L2M2N2O2P2Q2R2S2T2 U2V2W2X2Y2HL2O2 Z2A3B3C3D3E3F3C2HG3H 3I3J3 K3L3OJ2M3N3O3Died at Hartford August th and his wife Mrs ELIZA STORRS TRUMBULL the night after his funeral | A |
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Death's shafts fly thick and love a noble mark | B |
And one hath fallen who bore upon his shield | C |
The name and lineage of an honor'd race | D |
Who gave us rulers in those ancient days | E |
Where truth stood first and gain was left behind | F |
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His was the type of character that makes | G |
Republics strong unstain'd fidelity | H |
A dignity of mind that mark'd unmov'd | I |
The unsought honors clustering round his path | J |
And chang'd them into duties With firm step | K |
On the high places of the earth he walk'd | L |
Serving his Country not to share her spoils | M |
Nor pamper with exciting eloquence | N |
A parasite ambition | O |
With clear eye | P |
And cautious speech and judgment never warp'd | Q |
By fancy or enthusiasm he pursued | R |
An even upright course His bounties sought | S |
Unostentatious channels and he loved | T |
To help the young who strove to help themselves | U |
Aiding their oar against opposing tides | V |
Into the smooth broad waters | W |
Thus flow'd on | X |
His almost fourscore years levying slight tax | Y |
On form or mind while self forgetful still | Z |
He rose to prop the sad or gird the weak | A2 |
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Yet when at last in deep repose he lay | B2 |
His classic features and unfurrow'd brow | C2 |
Wearing the symmetry of earlier days | E |
Which Death as if relenting render'd back | D2 |
In transitory gleam 'twas sweet to hear | E2 |
His aged Pastor at the coffin side | F2 |
Bearing full tribute to his piety | H |
So many lustrums that consistent faith | G2 |
Which nerv'd his journey and had led him home | H2 |
Home Yes Give thanks ye who still travel on | X |
Oft startled as some pilgrim from your side | F2 |
Falls through the arches of Time's broken bridge | I2 |
Without a warning and is seen no more | J2 |
Give thanks that he is safe at home in heaven | O |
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Back to the grave from whence ye scarce have turn'd | K2 |
Break up the clods on which the dews of night | L2 |
But twice had rested Lo another comes | M2 |
She who for many years had garner'd up | N2 |
Her heart's chief strength in him finding his love | O2 |
Armor and solace in all weal or woe | P2 |
Seem'd the world poor without him that she made | Q2 |
Such haste to join him in the spirit land | R2 |
Through the dark valley of the shade of death | S2 |
Treading so close behind him Scarce his lip | T2 |
Learn'd the new song of heaven before she rose | U2 |
To join the enraptur'd strain Her earthly term | V2 |
Of fair and faithful duty well perform'd | W2 |
In fear of God and true good will to man | X2 |
How blessed thus to enter perfect rest | Y2 |
Where is no shadow of infirmity | H |
Nor fear of change but happy souls unite | L2 |
In high ascriptions to redeeming Love | O2 |
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And thou sole daughter of their house and heart | Z2 |
Leading thy mournful little ones to look | A3 |
Into the open and insatiate tomb | B3 |
With what a rushing tide thy sorrows came | C3 |
The sudden smiting in his glorious prime | D3 |
Of him who held the key of all thy joys | E3 |
The fair child following him the noble Friend | F3 |
Who watch'd thee with parental pride and now | C2 |
Father and Mother have forsaken thee | H |
The lessons of a life long pilgrimage | G3 |
Thou hast achiev'd while yet a few brief moons | H3 |
With waning finger as in mockery wrote | I3 |
Of treasur'd hopes more fleeting than their own | J3 |
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But mays't thou from these sterner teachings gain | K3 |
A higher seat where no o'ershadowing cloud | L3 |
Veileth the purpose of God's discipline | O |
And mid their glad embrace the gone before | J2 |
The re united ne'er to part behold | M3 |
The teaching of no bitter precept lost | N3 |
Nor tear sown seed fail of its harvest crown | O3 |
Lydia Howard Sigourney
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