A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I hold a letter in my hand	A
A flattering letter more's the pity	B
By some contriving junto planned	A
And signed per order of Committee	B
It touches every tenderest spot	C
My patriotic predilections	D
My well known something don't ask what	E
My poor old songs my kind affections	D
	-
They make a feast on Thursday next	F
And hope to make the feasters merry	B
They own they're something more perplexed	F
For poets than for port and sherry	B
They want the men of word torn out	G
Our friends will come with anxious faces	H
To see our blankets off no doubt	G
And trot us out and show our paces	I
	-
They hint that papers by the score	J
Are rather musty kind of rations	D
They don't exactly mean a bore	J
But only trying to the patience	K
That such as you know who I mean	L
Distinguished for their what d' ye call 'em	M
Should bring the dews of Hippocrene	L
To sprinkle on the faces solemn	L
	-
The same old story that's the chaff	N
To catch the birds that sing the ditties	O
Upon my soul it makes me laugh	N
To read these letters from Committees	O
They're all so loving and so fair	P
All for your sake such kind compunction	L
'T would save your carriage half its wear	P
To touch its wheels with such an unction	L
	-
Why who am I to lift me here	Q
And beg such learned folk to listen	L
To ask a smile or coax a tear	P
Beneath these stoic lids to glisten	L
As well might some arterial thread	R
Ask the whole frame to feel it gushing	S
While throbbing fierce from heel to head	R
The vast aortic tide was rushing	S
	-
As well some hair like nerve might strain	L
To set its special streamlet going	S
While through the myriad channelled brain	L
The burning flood of thought was flowing	S
Or trembling fibre strive to keep	T
The springing haunches gathered shorter	U
While the scourged racer leap on leap	T
Was stretching through the last hot quarter	U
	-
Ah me you take the bud that came	V
Self sown in your poor garden's borders	W
And hand it to the stately dame	V
That florists breed for all she orders	W
She thanks you it was kindly meant	X
A pale afair not worth the keeping	S
Good morning and your bud is sent	X
To join the tea leaves used for sweeping	S
	-
Not always so kind hearts and true	Y
For such I know are round me beating	S
Is not the bud I offer you	Y
Fresh gathered for the hour of meeting	S
Pale though its outer leaves may be	B
Rose red in all its inner petals	Z
Where the warm life we cannot see	B
The life of love that gave it settles	Z
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We meet from regions far away	A2
Like rills from distant mountains streaming	S
The sun is on Francisco's bay	A2
O'er Chesapeake the lighthouse gleaming	S
While summer girds the still bayou	Y
In chains of bloom her bridal token	L
Monadnock sees the sky grow blue	Y
His crystal bracelet yet unbroken	L
	-
Yet Nature bears the selfsame heart	B2
Beneath her russet mantled bosom	L
As where with burning lips apart	B2
She breathes and white magnolias blossom	L
The selfsame founts her chalice fill	C2
With showery sunlight running over	U
On fiery plain and frozen hill	C2
On myrtle beds and fields of clover	U
	-
I give you Home its crossing lines	D2
United in one golden suture	U
And showing every day that shines	D2
The present growing to the future	U
A flag that bears a hundred stars	E2
In one bright ring with love for centre	U
Fenced round with white and crimson bars	E2
No prowling treason dares to enter	U
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O brothers home may be a word	F2
To make affection's living treasure	U
The wave an angel might have stirred	F2
A stagnant pool of selfish pleasure	U
HOME It is where the day star springs	G2
And where the evening sun reposes	G2
Where'er the eagle spreads his wings	G2
From northern pines to southern roses	G2

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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