Wentworth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBB CCCDDD EEEFFF GGHIII JKJLLL| 'Tis a new thing for Australia that the waters to her bear | A |
| One who seeks not strength of sunshine or the breath of healing air | A |
| One who reeks not of her riches nor remembers she is fair | A |
| One who land and houses henceforth holdeth not for evermore | B |
| Coming for such narrow dwelling as the dead need to the shore | B |
| Named aforetime by the spirit to receive the garb it wore | B |
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| 'Tis a strange thing for Australia that her name should be the name | C |
| Breathed ere death by one who loved her claiming with a patriot's claim | C |
| Earth of her as chosen grave place rather than the lands of fame | C |
| Rather than the Sacred City where a sepulchre was sought | D |
| For the noblest hearts of Europe rather than the Country fraught | D |
| With the incense of the altars whence our household gods were brought | D |
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| 'Tis a proud thing for Australia while the funeral prayers are said | E |
| To remember loving service frankly rendered by the dead | E |
| How he strove amid the nations evermore to raise her head | E |
| How in youth he sang her glory as it is and is to be | F |
| Called her Empress while they held her yet as base born over sea | F |
| Owned her Mother when her children scarce were counted with the free | F |
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| How he claimed of King and Commons that his birthland should be used | G |
| As a daughter not an alien till the boon so oft refused | G |
| Was withheld at last no longer and the former bonds were loosed | H |
| How the scars of serfdom faded How he led within the light | I |
| Of her fireside Earth's Immortals chrism touched from Olympus' height | I |
| Whom gods loved for whom the New Faith too has guest rooms garnished bright | I |
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| 'Tis a great thing for Australia that her child of early years | J |
| Shared her path of desert travel bread of sorrow drink of tears | K |
| Holding by her to these hill tops whence her Promised Place appears | J |
| Titles were not hers to offer as the meed of service done | L |
| Rank of peer or badge of knighthood star or ribbon she had none | L |
| But she breathes a mother's blessing o'er the ashes of her son | L |
Mary Hannay Foott
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