The Teacher Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Say sadden'd mortal thou who goest alongA
With look so weary and with step so slowB
Why trillest thou no blithe and cheerful songA
Why whistlest thou that tune so sad and lowB
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What trouble weighs thee down what sorrow soreC
Lies heavy on thy yet so youthful breastD
Sure fortune yet holds wide for thee her doorC
Sure fame and joy yet wait thy earnest questD
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Why know'st thou not the birds for thee do singE
The flow'rs for thee with perfum'd beauty growB
With melody for thee the wild birds singE
With rippling laugh the cheerful streamlets flowB
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Then why my friend once more I ask of theeF
Why shows thy face so much unrest and painG
What painful phase of life dost thou still seeF
What sad sad woe doth in thy heart remainG
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Bright flash'd the teacher's languid eyeH
Flushed his pale cheek with bright tho' fleeting flameI
Leap'd forth his voice with energetic cryH
And thus to me express'd his thoughts they cameI
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Inquirer cease thy words stir up the fireJ
That erst did fill my live and vig'rous brainG
Thy words stir up the seeds of healthy ireK
That still with latent pow'r and force remainG
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'Tis strange thou think'st that darkly on my browL
The shadow of a careworn spirit staysM
My youth with springless step doth make thee bowL
Thy head in kindly wonder and amazeM
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Thou would'st not look with such a puzzl'd airN
Upon my weary pace and heavy eyeH
If thou didst know the cause of my despairN
The stem substantial solid reason whyH
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Didst ever know my friend what I endureO
In slavish plodding work from day to dayP
Which work should be in its own nature pureO
And lifted high from gross and heavy clayP
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Examinations cram and pressure highH
Are daily kept before my anxious mindQ
What tho' for higher aims I daily sighH
This is my work and this my daily grindQ
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I work you say on minds and hearts and soulsR
Alas 'tis true but what can e'er atoneS
For dry mechanic thought and lifeless coalsR
Which light not up but turn the intellect to stoneS
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Work on ye faithful grinding and hair splitting bandT
Work on in slavish fear and penitential painG
But daily pray that thro' this young and prosp'rous landT
A system higher purer freer yet shall reignG
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Yours shall not be the blame the people must it bearN
For while they look for quick results for hot bed flow'rsR
Amongst them they the various ills must surely shareN
Of hasty fev'rish work compell'd by outside pow'rsR
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Thus spoke the man and closed his lips becameI
The fire forsook his lately flashing eyeH
His nerves relax'd and o'er his brow the sameI
Dark cloud of bitter woe could I descryN

Thomas Frederick Young



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