To Rutherford Birchard Hayes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDDEE FFAA GGCCHHII JJKL MMNNOODDPP| AT THE DINNER TO THE PRESIDENT | A |
| BOSTON JUNE | B |
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| How to address him awkward it is true | C |
| Call him 'Great Father ' as the Red Men do | C |
| Borrow some title this is not the place | D |
| That christens men Your Highness and Your Grace | D |
| We tried such names as these awhile you know | E |
| But left them off a century ago | E |
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| His Majesty We've had enough of that | F |
| Besides that needs a crown he wears a hat | F |
| What if to make the nicer ears content | A |
| We say His Honesty the President | A |
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| Sir we believed you honest truthful brave | G |
| When to your hands their precious trust we gave | G |
| And we have found you better than we knew | C |
| Braver and not less honest not less true | C |
| So every heart has opened every hand | H |
| Tingles with welcome and through all the land | H |
| All voices greet you in one broad acclaim | I |
| Healer of strife Has earth a nobler name | I |
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| What phrases mean you do not need to learn | J |
| We must be civil and they serve our turn | J |
| 'Your most obedient humble' means means what | K |
| Something the well bred signer just is not | L |
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| Yet there are tokens sir you must believe | M |
| There is one language never can deceive | M |
| The lover knew it when the maiden smiled | N |
| The mother knows it when she clasps her child | N |
| Voices may falter trembling lips turn pale | O |
| Words grope and stumble this will tell their tale | O |
| Shorn of all rhetoric bare of all pretence | D |
| But radiant warm with Nature's eloquence | D |
| Look in our eyes Your welcome waits you there | P |
| North South East West from all and everywhere | P |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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