To Thomas Hume, Esq., M. D Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DEFF GEHHIIJJCC KKLLMMNNOPQRSSTTEEUU EEVW XXYYEEZZ A2A2B2B2C2C2 D2D2E2E2F2F2EECCG2G2 KK H2H2D2D2CCI2I2TTJ2J2 K2K2F2F2B2B2F2F2L2M2 N2N2QRO2O2CCFROM THE CITY OF WASHINGTON | A |
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'Tis evening now beneath the western star | B |
Soft sighs the lover through his sweet cigar | B |
And fills the ears of some consenting she | C |
With puffs and vows with smoke and constancy | C |
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The patriot fresh from Freedom's councils come | D |
Now pleased retires to lash his slaves at home | E |
Or woo perhaps some black Aspasia's charms | F |
And dream of freedom in his bondsmaid's arms | F |
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In fancy now beneath the twilight gloom | G |
Come let me lead thee o'er this second Rome | E |
Where tribunes rule where dusky Davi bow | H |
And what was Goose Creek once is Tiber now | H |
This embryo capital where Fancy sees | I |
Squares in morasses obelisks in trees | I |
Which second sighted seers even now adorn | J |
With shrines unbuilt and heroes yet unborn | J |
Though naught but woods and Jefferson they see | C |
Where streets should run and sages ought to be | C |
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And look how calmly in yon radiant wave | K |
The dying sun prepares his golden grave | K |
Oh mighty river oh ye banks of shade | L |
Ye matchless scenes in nature's morning made | L |
While still in all the exuberance of prime | M |
She poured her wonders lavishly sublime | M |
Nor yet had learned to stoop with humbler care | N |
From grand to soft from wonderful to fair | N |
Say were your towering hills your boundless floods | O |
Your rich savannas and majestic woods | P |
Where bards should meditate and heroes rove | Q |
And woman charm and man deserve her love | R |
Oh say was world so bright but born to grace | S |
Its own half organized half minded race | S |
Of weak barbarians swarming o'er its breast | T |
Like vermin gendered on the lion's crest | T |
Were none but brutes to call that soil their home | E |
Where none but demigods should dare to roam | E |
Or worse thou wondrous world oh doubly worse | U |
Did heaven design thy lordly land to nurse | U |
The motley dregs of every distant clime | E |
Each blast of anarchy and taint of crime | E |
Which Europe shakes from her perturbed sphere | V |
In full malignity to rankle here | W |
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But hold observe yon little mount of pines | X |
Where the breeze murmurs and the firefly shines | X |
There let thy fancy raise in bold relief | Y |
The sculptured image of that veteran chief | Y |
Who lost the rebel's in the hero's name | E |
And climb'd o'er prostrate royalty to fame | E |
Beneath whose sword Columbia's patriot train | Z |
Cast off their monarch that their mob might reign | Z |
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How shall we rank thee upon glory's page | A2 |
Thou more than soldier and just less than sage | A2 |
Of peace too fond to act the conqueror's part | B2 |
Too long in camps to learn a statesman's art | B2 |
Nature designed thee for a hero's mould | C2 |
But ere she cast thee let the stuff grow cold | C2 |
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While loftier souls command nay make their fate | D2 |
Thy fate made thee and forced thee to be great | D2 |
Yet Fortune who so oft so blindly sheds | E2 |
Her brightest halo round the weakest heads | E2 |
Found thee undazzled tranquil as before | F2 |
Proud to be useful scorning to be more | F2 |
Less moved by glory's than by duty's claim | E |
Renown the meed but self applause the aim | E |
All that thou wert reflects less fame on thee | C |
Far less than all thou didst forbear to be | C |
Nor yet the patriot of one land alone | G2 |
For thine's a name all nations claim their own | G2 |
And every shore where breathed the good and brave | K |
Echoed the plaudits thy own country gave | K |
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Now look my friend where faint the moonlight falls | H2 |
On yonder dome and in those princely halls | H2 |
If thou canst hate as sure that soul must hate | D2 |
Which loves the virtuous and reveres the great | D2 |
If thou canst loathe and execrate with me | C |
The poisoning drug of French philosophy | C |
That nauseous slaver of these frantic times | I2 |
With which false liberty dilutes her crimes | I2 |
If thou has got within thy free born breast | T |
One pulse that beats more proudly than the rest | T |
With honest scorn for that inglorious soul | J2 |
Which creeps and whines beneath a mob's control | J2 |
Which courts the rabble's smile the rabble's nod | K2 |
And makes like Egypt every beast its god | K2 |
There in those walls but burning tongue forbear | F2 |
Rank must be reverenced even the rank that's there | F2 |
So here I pause and now dear Hume we part | B2 |
But oft again in frank exchange of heart | B2 |
Thus let us meet and mingle converse dear | F2 |
By Thames at home or by Potowmac here | F2 |
O'er lake and marsh through fevers and through fogs | L2 |
'Midst bears and yankees democrats and frogs | M2 |
Thy foot shall follow me thy heart and eyes | N2 |
With me shall wonder and with me despise | N2 |
While I as oft in fancy's dream shall rove | Q |
With thee conversing through that land I love | R |
Where like the air that fans her fields of green | O2 |
Her freedom spreads unfevered and serene | O2 |
And sovereign man can condescend to see | C |
The throne and laws more sovereign still than he | C |
Thomas Moore
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