The World's Homage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCCB DDCCCEC FGHIIIJ ICKLLCK CCJCCCM NNOCCCO PPQRRRQ SSTCCCT| If every tongue that speaks her praise | A |
| For whom I shape my tinkling phrase | A |
| Were summoned to the table | B |
| The vocal chorus that would meet | C |
| Of mingling accents harsh or sweet | C |
| From every land and tribe would beat | C |
| The polyglots at Babel | B |
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| Briton and Frenchman Swede and Dane | D |
| Turk Spaniard Tartar of Ukraine | D |
| Hidalgo Cossack Cadi | C |
| High Dutchman and Low Dutchman too | C |
| The Russian serf the Polish Jew | C |
| Arab Armenian and Mantchoo | E |
| Would shout We know the lady | C |
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| Know her Who knows not Uncle Tom | F |
| And her he learned his gospel from | G |
| Has never heard of Moses | H |
| Full well the brave black hand we know | I |
| That gave to freedom's grasp the hoe | I |
| That killed the weed that used to grow | I |
| Among the Southern roses | J |
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| When Archimedes long ago | I |
| Spoke out so grandly dos pou sto | C |
| Give me a place to stand on | K |
| I'll move your planet for you now | L |
| He little dreamed or fancied how | L |
| The sto at last should find its pou | C |
| For woman's faith to land on | K |
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| Her lever was the wand of art | C |
| Her fulcrum was the human heart | C |
| Whence all unfailing aid is | J |
| She moved the earth Its thunders pealed | C |
| Its mountains shook its temples reeled | C |
| The blood red fountains were unsealed | C |
| And Moloch sunk to Hades | M |
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| All through the conflict up and down | N |
| Marched Uncle Tom and Old John Brown | N |
| One ghost one form ideal | O |
| And which was false and which was true | C |
| And which was mightier of the two | C |
| The wisest sibyl never knew | C |
| For both alike were real | O |
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| Sister the holy maid does well | P |
| Who counts her beads in convent cell | P |
| Where pale devotion lingers | Q |
| But she who serves the sufferer's needs | R |
| Whose prayers are spelt in loving deeds | R |
| May trust the Lord will count her beads | R |
| As well as human fingers | Q |
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| When Truth herself was Slavery's slave | S |
| Thy hand the prisoned suppliant gave | S |
| The rainbow wings of fiction | T |
| And Truth who soared descends to day | C |
| Bearing an angel's wreath away | C |
| Its lilies at thy feet to lay | C |
| With Heaven's own benediction | T |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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