Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGFHI JDKDLM LNM OPMDQRQK STHM| How many times and oft has the sweet sweet word been sung in | A |
| song and told in story And he sang sweetest of home who had | B |
| never a home on earth If one to whom home was only a poet's | C |
| dream could portray its charms by only imagination until a | D |
| million hearts thrilled with responsive echo how deeper how | E |
| more intense must be his longings and recollections who | F |
| treasures deep down in his heart the sweet delights and pure | G |
| associations that he has known but never may know again We do | F |
| not appreciate our blessings until they have passed We do not | H |
| try to gather the sunbeams until the clouds have obscured them | I |
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| How many and many a youth brave hearted and true answers with | J |
| eager haste the war call of his native land all heedless of the | D |
| home he is leaving and the loving arms that sheltered him there | K |
| But when his soldier's blood is crimsoning the sands beneath a | D |
| foreign sky the thoughts that go with his ebbing life are of | L |
| home all of home | M |
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| Who rushes from his home out into the world blind devotee of | L |
| fortune's phantom goddess to realize a phantom indeed sits down | N |
| in his despondency and his despair to dream of dear old home | M |
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| Yes too and the wretch so seemingly depraved that nothing | O |
| beautiful or pure of soul is left who flings from him his life | P |
| in mad suicide goes out into that trackless eternity with home | M |
| upon the lips of death Then if the patter of baby's feet the | D |
| glad ring of children's voices echo within the walls of your | Q |
| home if father and mother and brothers and sisters brighten it | R |
| with the sunshine of love enjoy it while you may make it your | Q |
| heaven and be not in over haste to break the ties that bind you there | K |
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| You may never weep perchance over a home made desolate by | S |
| death and yet time so surely as time is will make it but only | T |
| a memory And all too late each heart will learn that it did not | H |
| prize enough the blessedness of home | M |
Madge Morris Wagner
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