Religious Progress Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DCCC EFGH IJKJ LCMC N O NPO QOOO RQOQ

Professor dear I think it queerA
That all these good religionsB
'Twixt you and me some two or threeC
Are schemes for plucking pigeonsB
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I mean 'tis strange that every changeD
Our poor minds to unfetterC
Entails a new religion trueC
As t' other one and betterC
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From each in turn the truth we learnE
That wood or flesh or spiritF
May justly boast it rules the roastG
Until we cease to fear itH
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Nay once upon a time long goneI
Man worshipped Cat and LizardJ
His God he'd find in any kindK
Of beast from a to izzardJ
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When risen above his early loveL
Of dirt and blood and slumberC
He pulled down these vain deitiesM
And made one out of lumberC
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'Far better that than even a cat '-
The Howisons all shoutedN
'When God is wood religion's good '-
But one poor cynic doubtedO
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'A timber God that's very odd '-
Said Progress and inventedN
The simple plan to worship ManP
Who kindly soul consentedO
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But soon our eye we lift askyQ
Our vows all unregardedO
And find at least so says the priestO
The Truth and Man's discardedO
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Along our line of march reclineR
Dead gods devoid of feelingQ
And thick about each sun cracked loutO
Dried Howisons are kneelingQ

Ambrose Bierce



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