For The Dedication Of The New City Library, Boston Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGFG HIHI JKLK MNMN OOOO PQPQ RNRN SOSO FTFT| PROUDLY beneath her glittering dome | A |
| Our three hilled city greets the morn | B |
| Here Freedom found her virgin home | A |
| The Bethlehem where her babe was born | B |
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| The lordly roofs of traffic rise | C |
| Amid the smoke of household fires | D |
| High o'er them in the peaceful skies | C |
| Faith points to heaven her clustering spires | E |
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| Can Freedom breathe if ignorance reign | F |
| Shall Commerce thrive where anarchs rule | G |
| Will Faith her half fledged brood retain | F |
| If darkening counsels cloud the school | G |
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| Let in the light from every age | H |
| Some gleams of garnered wisdom pour | I |
| And fixed on thought's electric page | H |
| Wait all their radiance to restore | I |
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| Let in the light in diamond mines | J |
| Their gems invite the hand that delves | K |
| So learning's treasured jewels shine | L |
| Ranged on the alcove's ordered shelves | K |
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| From history's scroll the splendor streams | M |
| From science leaps the living ray | N |
| Flashed from the poet's glowing dreams | M |
| The opal fires of fancy play | N |
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| Let in the light these windowed walls | O |
| Shall brook no shadowing colonnades | O |
| But day shall flood the silent halls | O |
| Till o'er yon hills the sunset fades | O |
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| Behind the ever open gate | P |
| No pikes shall fence a crumbling throne | Q |
| No lackeys cringe no courtiers wait | P |
| This palace is the people's own | Q |
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| Heirs of our narrow girdled past | R |
| How fair the prospect we survey | N |
| Where howled unheard the wintry blast | R |
| And rolled unchecked the storm swept bay | N |
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| These chosen precincts set apart | S |
| For learned toil and holy shrines | O |
| Yield willing homes to every art | S |
| That trains or strengthens or refines | O |
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| Here shall the sceptred mistress reign | F |
| Who heeds her meanest subject's call | T |
| Sovereign of all their vast domain | F |
| The queen the handmaid of them all | T |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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