The Commonweal: A Song For Unionists Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDCECECFCFCDCD GHAHIJIJKLKLCBCBADAD MHMHDCDCCNCNOPOPACACMen whose fathers braved the world in arms against our isles in union | A |
Men whose brothers met rebellion face to face | B |
Show the hearts ye have if worthy long descent and high communion | A |
Show the spirits if unbroken of your race | B |
What are these that howl and hiss across the strait of westward water | C |
What is he who floods our ears with speech in flood | D |
See the long tongue lick the dripping hand that smokes and reeks of slaughter | C |
See the man of words embrace the man of blood | D |
Hear the plea whereby the tonguester mocks and charms the gazing gaper | C |
We are they whose works are works of love and peace | E |
Till disunion bring forth union what is union sirs but paper | C |
Break and rend it then shall trust and strength increase | E |
Who would fear to trust a double faced but single hearted dreamer | C |
Pure of purpose clean of hand and clear of guile | F |
Life is well nigh spent he sighs you call me shuffler trickster schemer | C |
I am old when young men yell at me I smile | F |
Many a year that priceless light of life has trembled we remember | C |
On the platform of extinction unextinct | D |
Many a month has been for him the long year's last life's calm December | C |
Can it be that he who said so saying so winked | D |
No the lust of life the thirst for work and days with work to do in | G |
Drove and drives him down the road of splendid shame | H |
All is well if o'er the monument recording England's ruin | A |
Time shall read inscribed in triumph Gladstone's name | H |
Thieves and murderers hands yet red with blood and tongues yet black with lies | I |
Clap and clamour Parnell spurs his Gladstone well | J |
Truth unscared and undeluded by their praise or blame replies | I |
Is the goal of fraud and bloodshed heaven or hell | J |
Old men eloquent who truckle to the traitors of the time | K |
Love not office power is no desire of theirs | L |
What if yesterday their hearts recoiled from blood and fraud and crime | K |
Conscience erred an error which to day repairs | L |
Conscience only now convinces them of strange though transient error | C |
Only now they see how fair is treason's face | B |
See how true the falsehood just the theft and blameless is the terror | C |
Which replaces just and blameless men in place | B |
Place and time decide the right and wrong of thought and word and action | A |
Crime is black as hell till virtue gain its vote | D |
Then but ah to think or say so smacks of fraud or smells of faction | A |
Mercy holds the door while Murder hacks the throat | D |
Murder Treason Theft Poor brothers who succumb to such temptations | M |
Shall we lay on you or take on us the blame | H |
Reason answers and religion echoes round to wondering nations | M |
Not with Ireland but with England rests the shame | H |
Reason speaks through mild religion's organ loud and long and lusty | D |
Profit speaks through lips of patriots pure and true | C |
English friends whose trust we ask for has not England found us trusty | D |
Not for us we seek advancement but for you | C |
Far and near the world bears witness of our wisdom courage honour | C |
Egypt knows if there our fame burns bright or dim | N |
Let but England trust as Gordon trusted soon shall come upon her | C |
Such deliverance as our daring brought on him | N |
Far and wide the world rings record of our faith our constant dealing | O |
Love of country truth to friends contempt for foes | P |
Sign once more the bond of trust in us that here awaits but sealing | O |
We will give yet more than all our record shows | P |
Perfect ruin shame eternal everlasting degradation | A |
Freedom bought and sold truth bound and treason free | C |
Yet an hour is here for answer now if here be yet a nation | A |
Answer England man by man from sea to sea | C |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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