Wealth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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From Arthur Selwyn's Note book	A
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Here in The City I ponder	B
Through its long pathways I wander	B
These are the spires that were gleaming	C
All through my juvenile dreaming	C
This is The Something I heard far away	D
When at the close of a tired Summer day	D
Resting from work on the lap of a lawn	E
Gazing to whither The Sun god had gone	E
Leaving behind him his mantles of gold	F
This is The Something by which I was told	F
Bend your head dreamer and listen	G
Come to my splendors that glisten	G
Either to triumph they call you	H
Or to what worst could befall you	H
This is The Something that thrilled my desires	I
When the weird Morning had kindled his fires	I
And the gray city of clouds in the east	J
Lighted its streets as for pageant or feast	J
Whisp'ring my spirit elating	C
Come to me boy I am waiting	C
Bring me your muscle and spirit and brain	K
Here to my glory strewn ruin strewn plain	K
Treading the trough of the furrow	L
Digging where life rootlets burrow	L
Blade of the food harvest swinging	C
In the barns toiling and singing	C
Breath of a hay meadow smelling	C
Forest trees loving and felling	C
Where'er my spirit was turning	C
Lived that mysterious yearning	C
When in the old country school house I conned	M
Legends of life in the broad world beyond	M
When in the trim hamlet college I cast	N
Wondering glances at days that were past	N
Ever I longed for the walls and the streets	O
And the rich conflict that energy meets	O
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So I have come but The City is great	P
Bearing me down like a brute with its weight	P
So I have come but The City is cold	F
And I am lonelier now than of old	F
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Yet 'tis the same restless story	Q
Even to fail here were glory	Q
Grand to be part of this ocean	G
Of matter and mind and emotion	G
Here flow the streams of endeavor	B
Cityward trending forever	B
Wheat stalks that tassel the field	R
Harvests of opulent yield	R
Grass blades that fence with each other	B
Flower blossoms sister and brother	B
Roots that are sturdy and tender	B
Stalks in your thrift and your splendor	B
Mind that is fertile and daring	C
Face that true beauty is wearing	C
All that is strongest and fleetest	R
All that are dainty and sweetest	R
Look to the domes and the glittering spires	S
Waiting for you with majestic desires	I
List to The City's gaunt thunderous roar	T
Calling and calling for you evermore	T
Long in the fields you may labor and wait	R
You and your tribe may come early or late	R
Beauty and excellence dwell and will dwell	U
Oft amid garden and moorland and fell	U
Long generations may hold them	V
Centuries oft can enfold them	V
But the rich City's they some time shall be	Q
Sure as the spring is the food of the sea	Q
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From Farmer Harrington's Calendar	B
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SEPTEMBER	B
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Wind in the south west weather wondrous fine	W
Thermometer 'twixt seventy eight and nine	W
Ground rather dry sun flails us over warm	X
It's most time for the equinoctial storm	X
Family healthy as could be desired	R
Except we're somewhat mind and body tired	R
At moving over such a lengthy road	R
And settling down here in our town abode	R
And wrestling with the pains that filter through one	G
When he gives up an old home for a new one	G
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Old Calendar you've always stood me true	H
Now I'll change works and do the same by you	H
You're just as good as when with aching arm	Y
I cleared and worked that eighty acre farm	Y
And every night in those hard dear old days	Z
'Twas one of my most unconditional ways	Z
When to my labors I had said Good night	R
And recompensed my home made appetite	R
And talked with Wife and traded family views	A2
And gathered all the latest township news	A2
And dealt my sons a sly fraternal hit	R
And flirted with my daughters just a bit	R
And through the papers tried my way to see	Q
So the world shouldn't slip out from under me	Q
As I was saying in those sweet old days	Z
'Twas one of my most unconditional ways	Z
To go to you old book before I'd sleep	B2
And hand you over all the day to keep	B2
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I gave you up what weather I could find	R
Likewise the different phases of my mind	R
What my hard hands from morn to night had done	G
And what my mind had been subsisting on	C2
What accidents had touched my brain with doubt	R
And what successes it had whittled out	R
How well I had been able to control	D2
The weather fluctuations of my soul	D2
What progress or what failures I had made	R
In spying round and stealing Nature's trade	R
The seeds of actions planted long ago	L
And whether they had blossomed out or no	L
And oft from what you of the past could tell	U
I've learned to steer my future pretty well	U
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And now I'M RICH who ever thought 'twould be	Q
I'll stand by you as you have stood by me	Q
And now I'm City people having moved	R
My circumstances suddenly improved	R
Into this town with some quick gotten pelf	E2
To educate my children and myself	E2
And give my wife who has a pedigree	Q
A chance to flutter round her family tree	Q
And show her natural city airs and graces	F2
Which didn't take quite so well in country places	G2
Now we are here old fellow while we stay	R
I'll give you all the news from day to day	R
I'll find the good that in this city lurks	H2
By regular systematic hard days' works	H2
I'll rummage fearless round amongst the harm	Y
As when I hoed up thistles on my farm	Y
Shake hands with Virtue help Sin while I spurn it	R
And if there's anything to learn I'll learn it	R
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How little I suspected by the way	R
Scrambling for pennies in that patch of clay	R
The bare expenses of our lives to meet	R
That waves of wealth were washing at my feet	R
And when my hard and rather lazy soil	I2
Sprung a leak upward with petroleum oil	I2
When through the wonder in my glad old eyes	J2
I saw tall derricks by the hundred rise	J2
Flinging wealth at me with unceasing hand	R
And turning to a mine my hard old land	R
Until it seemed as if the spell would hold	R
Till every blade of grass was turned to gold	R
I felt as never yet had come to me	Q
How little round the curves of life we see	Q
Or in our rushings on suspect or view	E2
What sort of stations we are coming to	E2
It brought a similar twinge though not so bad	R
As once when losing every cent I had	R
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But still it could not shift my general views	A2
My mind didn't faint at one good piece of news	A2
I think I'd too much ballast 'neath my sail	K2
To be capsized by one good prosperous gale	K2
Same as I didn't lie down and give up all	L2
That other time when tipped up by a squall	L2
I didn't go spreeing for my money's sake	M2
Or with my business matters lie awake	M2
'Twould never do as I informed my wife	E2
To let a little money spoil our life	E2
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And now I'm rich who ever thought 'twould be	Q
I'll look about and see what I can see	Q
Appoint myself a visiting committee	Q
With power to act in all parts of the city	Q
Growl when I must commend whene'er I can	N2
And lose no chance to help my fellow man	N2
For he who joy on others' paths has thrown	O2
Will find there's some left over for his own	O2
And he who leads his brother toward the sky	P2
Will in the journey bring himself more nigh	P2
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And what I see and think in my own way	R
I'll tell to you Old Calendar each day	R
And if I choose to do the same in rhyme	Q2
What jury would convict me of a crime	Q2
For every one from palaces to attics	R2
Has caught some time or other The Rhythmatics	R2
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From Arthur Selwyn's Note book	A
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Still through The City I ponder	B
Still do I wonder and wander	B
City unconscious descendant	R
Of olden time cities resplendent	R
Child of rich forefathers hoary	Q
Clad in their gloom and their glory	Q
Dream I of you in the rich mellow past	R
Throbbing with life and with Death overcast	R
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Thebes not to you crushed and ghastly and dumb	S2
Even the wreck loving Ivy will come	S2
Where stood your hundred broad world famous gates	R2
Now a black Arab for charity waits	R2
Not like this City metropolis bold	R
Where the whole world brings its goods and its gold	R
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Babylon here the queen's gardens climbed high	P2
Painting their flowers on the blue of the sky	P2
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This is where sinners one asinine hour	B
Thought they could travel to Heaven by tower	B
How like some sinners to day whose desires	R2
Mount by the way of their greed builded spires	R2
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Troy of rare riches and valor possessed	R
Ruined fore'er by one beautiful guest	R
Here many Helens though less of renown	T2
Do for some men what she did for a town	T2
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Wondrous Palmyra whose island of green	U2
'Mid the bleak sand reared the beautiful queen	U2
Sweet faced Zenobia peerless	R2
Proud in her virtue and fearless	R2
In this metropolis virtuously grand	R
Many a queen is a joy to the land	R
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Tyre the huge pillars that groaned under thee	Q
Rest in the depths of a desolate sea	Q
Long may it be ere the spray's salted showers	R2
Foam o'er the walls of this city of ours	R2
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Mound men's vast cities whose graves we accost	R
Even your names are in ruins and lost	R
What if some time when this nation is nought	R
Vainly our names in our graves should be sought	R
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Cities that yet are to flourish	V2
That the rich Future must nourish	V2
Where will you take up your stations	R2
Where set your massive foundations	R2
Where are the slumbering meadows	R2
Dreaming of clouds through their shadows	R2
That by rough wheels rudely shaken	G
Into new life shall awaken	G
Harbors that placidly float	R
Nought but the fisherman's boat	R
Think you of fleets that shall lie	P2
Under the blue of your sky	P2
When shall be built on your land	R
Palaces wealthily grand	R
When in your face from tall spires	R2
Gleam the electrical fires	R2
Cities that yet are to be	Q
You are not phantoms to me	Q
You are as certain and sure	W2
As that Old Time shall endure	W2
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Stars in the distant mysterious sky	P2
Flashing and flaming and dancing on high	P2
Each is an earth to its millions	R2
Each has its domes and pavilions	R2
Cities I see you by reasoning led	R
On the great map with blue leaves overhead	R
Seaport and lakeport and rich inland town	T2
Capital city and village of brown	T2
Thanking the prairie food givers	R2
Strung on the winding star rivers	R2
Earths that can signal to earths every one	G
With the bright torches you stole from the sun	G
Each on its surface has strown	G
Cities and towns of its own	G
Fraught with their crimes and their graces	R2
Full of mysterious places	R2
They are no myths unto me	Q
Clearly their outlines I see	Q
Millions of towns I descry	W2
Hanging o'er me from the sky	P2
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Still through the paths of the town	G
Dreaming I walk up and down	G
Is it so much of a wonder	W2
Part of this whole yet asunder	W2
I in this throng and I only	Q
That I am wretched and lonely	Q
Loneliness loneliness ever	W2
Leaving me utterly never	W2
Yes I am part of this ocean	G
Of matter and mind and emotion	G
Yet how entirely apart	R
Severed in mind and in heart	R
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From Farmer Harrington's Calendar	W2
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SEPTEMBER	W2
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Wealth wealth wealth wealth I never had been led	R
From all I'd thought and dreamed and heard and read	R
To think so much wealth in whatever while	X2
Could be raked up into one shining pile	X2
Not long ago a hundred dollars clear	W2
Big as a hay stack would to me appear	W2
When first a thousand dollars made me smile	X2
I sympathized with Croesus quite a while	X2
But looking round here makes me feel the same	Y2
As if I hadn't a nickel to my name	Y2
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Wealth wealth why every acre I behold	R
Has cost a mine of Californi' gold	R
The very ground one building here might fill	Z2
Would almost buy the town of Tompkins Hill	Z2
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There isn't a house my scrutiny has crossed	R
But catches several figures in its cost	R
And when your eyes into the parlor go	L
'Mongst things they leave the curtains up to show	L
And see the carpets rugs and draperies rich	A3
That twine ten dollars into every stitch	A3
And view great pictures that such prices hold	R
As if the painter's brush were dipped in gold	R
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And when along the roads great buggies glide	R
With covers on and rich dressed folks inside	R
And up on top a man to drive the team	B3
As fat as any cat brought up on cream	B3
Man and team both the driver dressed as gay	R
As if he meant to marry that same day	R
Or wed his boss's daughter that same night	R
Which some consider as the coachman's right	R
And think it's understood when he engages	R2
A daughter should be thrown in with his wages	R2
When even the horses as so many do	R
Wear jewelry that cost a farm or two	R
You wonder in what tree top grew the cash	C3
To buy so much reality and trash	C3
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Wealth wealth wealth wealth the very corner stores	R2
Are gold mines from the ceilings to the floors	R2
The shop we thought would ruin Cousin Phil	Z2
Because 'twas over large for Tompkins Hill	Z2
Would in the small vest pocket lose its way	R
Of one man's place I wandered through to day	R
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And then the banks a hundred on one street	R
As full of money as an egg of meat	R
Although one never knows beyond a doubt	R
What colored chickens they'll be hatching out	R
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And then the churches elegant to view	R
An independent fortune in each pew	R
One window pane in one big church that's here	W2
Cost more than our old preacher made per year	W2
A city pastor's salary I declare	W2
Would keep him all his life with cash to spare	W2
A preaching in that little house of wood	R
Holding his hearers' eyes in all he could	R
With rolling meadows and green trees in view	R
And fresh complexioned streamlets wandering through	R
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And then the rich school houses in this town	G
Where children can be taught up stairs and down	G
Swifter if not so thorough I suppose	R2
Than in the small log school house where I rose	R2
From Numeration to the Rule of Three	Q
And had Irregular Verbs whipped into me	Q
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And then the railroad stations where each day	R
Fortunes on wheels rush in and drive away	R
And then the steamboats paddling up and down	G
Towns swimming on their way from town to town	G
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And then the ladies in both street and store	W2
Done up in silks and satins spangled o'er	W2
As if it had rained diamonds for an hour	W2
And they had gone and stood out in the shower	W2
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And then the rich and idle houred young men	G
The rising generation's Upper	W2
With the left off who each day no doubt	R
Spend twice as much as all my setting out	R
When Father said The family craft is full	D3
Launch your own craft and show us how to pull	D3
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I often think when past a dandy glides	R2
Throwing his father's money on all sides	R2
And peeking under each young lady's veil	K2
As if he'd bought her at a mortgage sale	K2
How shrewd it was of him right on the start	R
To have a father who was rich and smart	R
Folks often pride themselves much by the way	R
Because their parents greater were than they	R
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Walking to day along Fifth Avenue	R
A slip of paper on the sidewalk flew	R
Before my eyes some one the same had dropped	R
I reached my hand down for it and it stopped	R
I picked it up the reading on't was queer	W2
I think perhaps I'll paste it right in here	W2

William Mckendree Carleton

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