Unguarded Gates Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHICJKLMNOPQR ASTEUVWXYZA2 B2BC2D2E2ZVDF2G2Z| WIDE open and unguarded stand our gates | A |
| Named of the four winds North South East and West | B |
| Portals that lead to an enchanted land | C |
| Of cities forests fields of living gold | D |
| Vast prairies lordly summits touched with snow | E |
| Majestic rivers sweeping proudly past | F |
| The Arab s date palm and the Norseman s pine | G |
| A realm wherein are fruits of every zone | H |
| Airs of all climes for lo throughout the year | I |
| The red rose blossoms somewhere a rich land | C |
| A later Eden planted in the wilds | J |
| With not an inch of earth within its bound | K |
| But if a slave s foot press it sets him free | L |
| Here it is written Toil shall have its wage | M |
| And Honor honor and the humblest man | N |
| Stand level with the highest in the law | O |
| Of such a land have men in dungeons dreamed | P |
| And with the vision brightening in their eyes | Q |
| Gone smiling to the fagot and the sword | R |
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| Wide open and unguarded stand our gates | A |
| And through them presses a wild motley throng | S |
| Men from the Volga and the Tartar steppes | T |
| Featureless figures of the Hoang Ho | E |
| Malayan Scythian Teuton Kelt and Slav | U |
| Flying the Old World s poverty and scorn | V |
| These bringing with them unknown gods and rites | W |
| Those tiger passions here to stretch their claws | X |
| In street and alley what strange tongues are loud | Y |
| Accents of menace alien to our air | Z |
| Voices that once the Tower of Babel knew | A2 |
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| O Liberty white Goddess is it well | B2 |
| To leave the gates unguarded On thy breast | B |
| Fold Sorrow s children soothe the hurts of fate | C2 |
| Lift the down trodden but with hand of steel | D2 |
| Stay those who to thy sacred portals come | E2 |
| To waste the gifts of freedom Have a care | Z |
| Lest from thy brow the clustered stars be torn | V |
| And trampled in the dust For so of old | D |
| The thronging Goth and Vandal trampled Rome | F2 |
| And where the temples of the C sars stood | G2 |
| The lean wolf unmolested made her lair | Z |
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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