Virtue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A A BBCCAADD EEFFGGCCAAHH IIBBJJKKLLMMNN O MMMMPPQQRSTTUUVV WWXXCCYYZZ A A YYA2A2B2B2 C2C2D2D2E2E2F2F2 G2G2H2H2AABBNNII BBI2I2 J2J2I2I2I2I2I2I2XXK2 K2L2L2I2I2I2I2 F2M2N2N2BBXXO2O2I2I2 P2P2Q2Q2AACCNNI2I2From Farmer Harrington's Calendar | A |
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OCTOBER | A |
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Wind in the south west weather fit to stay | B |
A sweet old fashioned Indian summer day | B |
When Heaven and Earth both seem to look at you | C |
Through hair of gold and misty eyes of blue | C |
My wife said as we talked of it together | A |
It seemed as if some of our old farm weather | A |
Had got tired of the sober hills of brown | D |
Hitched up a cloud and driven into town | D |
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We went to church and heard a sermon preached | E |
Which all the way from Earth to Heaven reached | E |
And lifted us up toward the town divine | F |
Till we could almost see the steeples shine | F |
And hear the mighty chariots as they rolled | G |
Along the massive turnpikes made of gold | G |
We had some music so sweet lipped and true | C |
It made me think of every flower I knew | C |
And when with benediction the old pastor | A |
Said Good bye for himself but not his master | A |
It put my resolution to the rack | H |
To head my poor old tears and drive them back | H |
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We tried to come straight out as Christians should | I |
And bring away all of it that we could | I |
But there were certain persons there to day | B |
Who after church was over clogged the way | B |
And standing 'round with worldly nods and smiles | J |
Held a week day reception in the aisles | J |
Now when one's mind falls in celestial frame | K |
He wants to get home safely with the same | K |
And hates through jostling gossipers to walk | L |
And stumble 'gainst the smallest kinds of talk | L |
Intended by some power his mind to bring | M |
Down out of Heaven to every worldly thing | M |
From office and good methods to ensure it | N |
To rheumatism and proper means to cure it | N |
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From Arthur Selwyn's Note book | O |
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These are the spires that were gleaming | M |
All through my juvenile dreaming | M |
Here the high belfries are singing | M |
Gold invitations they're winging | M |
Asking man through the charmed portal | P |
Where he is once more immortal | P |
Where he may hide from his cares | Q |
Under a shelter of prayers | Q |
Why do these halls high and broad | R |
Under the same constant God | S |
Vary in structure and style | T |
Differ from chancel to aisle | T |
Why forms and creeds so diverse | U |
Why is my blessing your curse | U |
Pondering here on the street | V |
This is one reason I meet | V |
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Man's brain is devious and strange | W |
Differs in form and in range | W |
So that God's fervid love sun | X |
Falling the same on each one | X |
Differs in form and in hue | C |
Not the less precious or true | C |
Body and brain and heart | Y |
Temple of infinite art | Y |
You had no power to control | Z |
Hues of your windows of soul | Z |
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From Farmer Harrington's Calendar | A |
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OCTOBER | A |
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Sweet virtue virtue virtue what a start | Y |
You've got here in this city's feverish heart | Y |
There isn't a thing to do that's square and right | A2 |
But some one's here to teach it day and night | A2 |
No soothing balm soul may from soul demand | B2 |
But some one has it ready to his hand | B2 |
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And then the churches thick and rich of yield | C2 |
As corn shocks in a new made prairie field | C2 |
Where any one the golden fruit can find | D2 |
All ready cooked to suit his heart and mind | D2 |
Great brick and mortar prayers that never cease | E2 |
And costing fifty good sized farms apiece | E2 |
Much too expensive it might well be said | F2 |
If bodies only need be clothed and fed | F2 |
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And then the missions regular district schools | G2 |
Where transient men are taught eternal rules | G2 |
Then the Salvation Army girls and boys | H2 |
Who season their religion up with noise | H2 |
And when they get to Heaven won't have the power | A |
To help keep silent even half an hour | A |
But who take ragged wretches every day | B |
Haul them into the straight and narrow way | B |
Strip them of vain conceit soon as they show it | N |
And get them saved almost before they know it | N |
It's something good to make these people good | I |
Who never go to church and never would | I |
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God bless each woman man and child I say | B |
That leads His creatures in the heavenly way | B |
Whether they work by still old fashioned means | I2 |
Or march with drums and flags and tambourines | I2 |
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Then there's those men who've crept and crawled as low | J2 |
As even Satan cared to have them go | J2 |
Have marched through strong iron doors in striped ranks | I2 |
Have toiled where convict labor whirls and clanks | I2 |
Have made hard beds in cramped and lonely cells | I2 |
Have sinned their way through several different hells | I2 |
Whose lives have been so terribly amiss | I2 |
To ever find worse worlds than they've made this | I2 |
Then groped out into Virtue's bath and sun | X |
And been washed up as clean as any one | X |
And warmed up with sweet sunlight from above | K2 |
Till they themselves start off on deeds of love | K2 |
And say to men with scarred and crime flushed brow | L2 |
I've been as bad or worse than you are now | L2 |
Whereat the wretch says with dull shadowy bliss | I2 |
What can there be some square way out of this | I2 |
And maybe brings to pass through Virtue's schemes | I2 |
Some of his poor old mother's fondest dreams | I2 |
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Oh you who shout or sing or chant or read | F2 |
Whatever be your name or style or creed | M2 |
If any one on earth a plan has got | N2 |
Whether it's half as good as yours or not | N2 |
To find a gate into the narrow way | B |
And let in others that have gone astray | B |
If there's a single chance to mortals given | X |
By which to slip poor mortals into Heaven | X |
For Heaven's sake do not frown in righteous wrath | O2 |
Or throw a scornful word into their path | O2 |
But interfere with help in their affairs | I2 |
And push them with your money and your prayers | I2 |
For Pain is Pain and God to see it loath | P2 |
In this strange world and in the next one both | P2 |
And he who saves his fellow men from pain | Q2 |
Is God's hired man and does not toil in vain | Q2 |
But I'm reminded by the bell for dinner | A |
That I'm no preacher but a poor old sinner | A |
Unable even to follow my own view | C |
Much less to counsel others how to do | C |
I can't even eat when I come right down to it | N |
Without a bell to tell me when to do it | N |
So I will cork my sermon snub my muse | I2 |
And go down stairs with Wife and learn the news | I2 |
William Mckendree Carleton
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