A Sequel To The Foregoing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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List the winds of March are blowingA
Her ground flowers shrink afraid of showingA
Their meek heads to the nipping airB
Which ye feel not happy pairB
Sunk into a kindly sleepC
We meanwhile our hope will keepC
And if Time leagued with adverse ChangeD
Too busy fear shall cross its rangeD
Whatsoever check they bringA
Anxious duty hinderingA
To like hope our prayers will clingA
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Thus while the ruminating spirit feedsE
Upon the events of home as life proceedsE
Affections pure and holy in their sourceF
Gain a fresh impulse run a livelier courseF
Hopes that within the Father's heart prevailG
Are in the experienced Grandsire's slow to failG
And if the harp pleased his gay youth it ringsH
To his grave touch with no unready stringsH
While thoughts press on and feelings overflowI
And quick words round him fall like flakes of snowI
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Thanks to the Powers that yet maintain their swayJ
And have renewed the tributary LayJ
Truths of the heart flock in with eager paceK
And FANCY greets them with a fond embraceK
Swift as the rising sun his beams extendsL
She shoots the tidings forth to distant friendsL
Their gifts she hails deemed precious as they proveM
For the unconscious Babe so prompt a loveN
But from this peaceful centre of delightO
Vague sympathies have urged her to take flightO
Rapt into upper regions like the beeP
That sucks from mountain heath her honey feeP
Or like the warbling lark intent to shroudQ
His head in sunbeams or a bowery cloudQ
She soars and here and there her pinions restR
On proud towers like this humble cottage blestR
With a new visitant an infant guestR
Towers where red streamers flout the breezy skyS
In pomp foreseen by her creative eyeS
When feasts shall crowd the hall and steeple bellsT
Glad proclamation make and heights and dellsT
Catch the blithe music as it sinks and swellsT
And harboured ships whose pride is on the seaT
Shall hoist their topmost flags in sign of gleeT
Honouring the hope of noble ancestryT
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But who though neither reckoning ills assignedU
By Nature nor reviewing in the mindU
The track that was and is and must be wornV
With weary feet by all of woman bornV
Shall 'now' by such a gift with joy be movedW
Nor feel the fulness of that joy reprovedW
Not He whose last faint memory will commandW
The truth that Britain was his native landW
Whose infant soul was tutored to confideW
In the cleansed faith for which her martyrs diedW
Whose boyish ear the voice of her renownX
With rapture thrilled whose Youth revered the crownX
Of Saxon liberty that Alfred woreY
Alfred dear Babe thy great ProgenitorZ
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Not He who from her mellowed practice drewA2
His social sense of just and fair and trueA2
And saw thereafter on the soil of FranceT
Rash Polity begin her maniac danceT
Foundations broken up the deeps run wildW
Nor grieved to see himself not unbeguiledW
Woke from the dream the dreamer to upbraidW
And learn how sanguine expectations fadeW
When novel trusts by folly are betrayedW
To see Presumption turning pale refrainB2
From further havoc but repent in vainB2
Good aims lie down and perish in the roadW
Where guilt had urged them on with ceaseless goadW
Proofs thickening round her that on public endsT
Domestic virtue vitally dependsT
That civic strife can turn the happiest hearthC2
Into a grievous sore of self tormenting earthD2
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Can such a One dear Babe though glad and proudW
To welcome thee repel the fears that crowdW
Into his English breast and spare to quakeE2
Less for his own than for thy innocent sakeE2
Too late or should the providence of GodW
Lead through dark ways by sin and sorrow trodW
Justice and peace to a secure abodeW
Too soon thou com'st into this breathing worldW
Ensigns of mimic outrage are unfurledW
Who shall preserve or prop the tottering RealmF2
What hand suffice to govern the state helmF2
If in the aims of men the surest testW
Of good or bad whate'er be sought for or profestW
Lie in the means required or ways ordainedW
For compassing the end else never gainedW
Yet governors and governed both are blindW
To this plain truth or fling it to the windW
If to expedience principle must bowG2
Past future shrinking up beneath the incumbent NowG2
If cowardly concession still must feedW
The thirst for power in men who ne'er concedeW
Nor turn aside unless to shape a wayJ
For domination at some riper dayJ
If generous Loyalty must stand in aweH2
Of subtle Treason in his mask of lawI2
Or with bravado insolent and hardW
Provoking punishment to win rewardW
If office help the factious to conspireZ
And they who 'should' extinguish fan the fireZ
Then will the sceptre be a straw the crownX
Sit loosely like the thistle's crest of downX
To be blown off at will by Power that spares itW
In cunning patience from the head that wears itW
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Lost people trained to theoretic feudW
Lost above all ye labouring multitudeW
Bewildered whether ye by slanderous tonguesT
Deceived mistake calamities for wrongsT
And over fancied usurpations broodW
Oft snapping at revenge in sullen moodW
Or from long stress of real injuries flyS
To desperation for a remedyW
In bursts of outrage spread your judgments wideW
And to your wrath cry out Be thou our guideW
Or bound by oaths come forth to tread earth's floorY
In marshalled thousands darkening street and moorJ2
With the worst shape mock patience ever woreY
Or to the giddy top of self esteemK2
By Flatterers carried mount into a dreamK2
Of boundless suffrage at whose sage behestW
Justice shall rule disorder be supprestW
And every man sit down as Plenty's GuestW
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Oh for a bridle bitted with remorseT
To stop your Leaders in their headstrong courseT
Oh may the Almighty scatter with his graceT
These mists and lead you to a safer placeT
By paths no human wisdom can foretraceT
May He pour round you from worlds far aboveN
Man's feverish passions his pure light of loveN
That quietly restores the natural mienL2
To hope and makes truth willing to be seenL2
'Else' shall your blood stained hands in frenzy reapC
Fields gaily sown when promises were cheapC
Why is the Past belied with wicked artW
The Future made to play so false a partW
Among a people famed for strength of mindW
Foremost in freedom noblest of mankindW
We act as if we joyed in the sad tuneM2
Storms make in rising valued in the moonM2
Nought but her changes Thus ungrateful NationN2
If thou persist and scorning moderationN2
Spread for thyself the snares of tribulationN2
Whom then shall meekness guard What saving skillO2
Lie in forbearance strength in standing stillO2
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Soon shall the widow for the speed of TimeP2
Nought equals when the hours are winged with crimeP2
Widow or wife implore on tremulous kneeW
From him who judged her lord a like decreeW
The skies will weep o'er old men desolateW
Ye little ones Earth shudders at your fateW
Outcasts and homeless orphansT
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But turn my Soul and from the sleeping pairB
Learn thou the beauty of omniscient careB
Be strong in faith bid anxious thoughts lie stillO2
Seek for the good and cherish it the illO2
Oppose or bear with a submissive willO2
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William Wordsworth



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