A Satire. A Humble Imitation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGAAHIJJ DDKKLLMMDDNNOPNNQQRR AADDSSTTDDUVWWXXYYZZ A2B2TTDDC2C2D2D2E2E2 F2F2| The rage for writing has spread far and wide | A |
| Letters on letters now are multiplied | A |
| And every mortal who can hold a pen | B |
| Aspires in haste to teach his fellow men | B |
| Paper in wasted reams and seas of ink | C |
| Prove how they write who never learned to think | C |
| Some who have talents some who have not sense | D |
| Some who to decency make no pretence | D |
| But skilled in arts which better men deceive | E |
| They spread the slander which they don't believe | E |
| A township turned to scribblers is a sight | F |
| Venting their malice all in black and white | F |
| And with apparently no other aim | G |
| Than merely to be foaming out their shame | G |
| My own my beautiful my pride | A |
| I must lament where strangers will deride | A |
| O'er thy degenerate sons whose strife and hate | H |
| Will make thee as a desert desolate | I |
| Men of gray hairs are not ashamed to strive | J |
| From house to house to keep the flame alive | J |
| Whispering inventing without rest or pause | D |
| With a zeal worthy of a better cause | D |
| Drilling low agents teaching them to fly | K |
| And spread on every fence the last new lie | K |
| Oh that it were with us as in the past | L |
| And that our peace had been ordained to last | L |
| When kindness reigned and angry passions slept | M |
| E'er hatred's serpent to our Eden crept | M |
| Are these the same or of a different race | D |
| From those who made this spot a pleasant place | D |
| When cheerful toil mingled with praise and prayer | N |
| Wealth without pride and plenty without care | N |
| When comely matrons wore the homespun suit | O |
| And mocassons encased his worship's foot | P |
| No brawling then disturbed the quiet air | N |
| No drunkard's ravings and no swearer's prayer | N |
| The godly fathers all are passed away | Q |
| Gone to their rest before the evil day | Q |
| The sons serve other gods bow at their shrine | R |
| Of the bright dollar or the gloomy pine | R |
| While envy jealousy and low purse pride | A |
| Those who were loving brethren now divide | A |
| Like fabled pismires how the scrambling race | D |
| For the small honours of a country place | D |
| And thou who hast a spark of nature's fire | S |
| What are thy aims son of a godly sire | S |
| Thy good right hand and calculating brain | T |
| Have given thee wealth with honour in its train | T |
| Others may strive with anxious cares and fears | D |
| Thou hast much goods laid up for many years | D |
| Wilt thou forget the line from which thou'rt sprung | U |
| Deem rich men always right and poor men wrong | V |
| Forget thy early friends and bearing free | W |
| When thou art angry have no charity | W |
| Shall wealth not worth and vulgar pomp and show | X |
| Be the sum total of all good below | X |
| Shall we then cease for innate worth to scan | Y |
| Look to the new made coat and not the man | Y |
| Those who are raised in such an atmosphere | Z |
| Are they who have the ever ready sneer | Z |
| At honest poverty and at the road | A2 |
| To competence which their own fathers trod | B2 |
| If men of worth will stoop among the vain | T |
| We turn from them with sorrow and with pain | T |
| Man may repent reform his steps retrace | D |
| But is there renovation for a place | D |
| Will a community forego their strife | C2 |
| Bury the tomahawk and scalping knife | C2 |
| Will pride and will self interest prevail | D2 |
| Where reason and where revelation fail | D2 |
| Like cause makes like effect abroad at home | E2 |
| In this small township as in Greece or Rome | E2 |
| One motto is my moral true and sad | F2 |
| Whom the gods would destroy they first make mad | F2 |
Nora Pembroke (margaret Moran Dixon Mcdougall)
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