On The Building Of Springfield Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH HJKJ HHLH MBHB HKHK MNHN OHPH QRAR STFU FHLH VHWH| Let not our town be large remembering | A |
| That little Athens was the Muses' home | B |
| That Oxford rules the heart of London still | C |
| That Florence gave the Renaissance to Rome | B |
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| Record it for the grandson of your son | D |
| A city is not builded in a day | E |
| Our little town cannot complete her soul | F |
| Till countless generations pass away | E |
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| Now let each child be joined as to a church | G |
| To her perpetual hopes each man ordained | H |
| Let every street be made a reverent aisle | I |
| Where Music grows and Beauty is unchained | H |
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| Let Science and Machinery and Trade | H |
| Be slaves of her and make her all in all | J |
| Building against our blatant restless time | K |
| An unseen skilful medieval wall | J |
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| Let every citizen be rich toward God | H |
| Let Christ the beggar teach divinity | H |
| Let no man rule who holds his money dear | L |
| Let this our city be our luxury | H |
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| We should build parks that students from afar | M |
| Would choose to starve in rather than go home | B |
| Fair little squares with Phidian ornament | H |
| Food for the spirit milk and honeycomb | B |
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| Songs shall be sung by us in that good day | H |
| Songs we have written blood within the rhyme | K |
| Beating as when Old England still was glad | H |
| The purple rich Elizabethan time | K |
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| Say is my prophecy too fair and far | M |
| I only know unless her faith be high | N |
| The soul of this our Nineveh is doomed | H |
| Our little Babylon will surely die | N |
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| Some city on the breast of Illinois | O |
| No wiser and no better at the start | H |
| By faith shall rise redeemed by faith shall rise | P |
| Bearing the western glory in her heart | H |
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| The genius of the Maple Elm and Oak | Q |
| The secret hidden in each grain of corn | R |
| The glory that the prairie angels sing | A |
| At night when sons of Life and Love are born | R |
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| Born but to struggle squalid and alone | S |
| Broken and wandering in their early years | T |
| When will they make our dusty streets their goal | F |
| Within our attics hide their sacred tears | U |
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| When will they start our vulgar blood athrill | F |
| With living language words that set us free | H |
| When will they make a path of beauty clear | L |
| Between our riches and our liberty | H |
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| We must have many Lincoln hearted men | V |
| A city is not builded in a day | H |
| And they must do their work and come and go | W |
| While countless generations pass away | H |
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