The God's View-point Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHIIJJKK AALLMMNNOOPPDDQQ AAHHRSTT ADDDDUUVVDDDDWWXXYYZ ZA2A2B2 DDC2C2DDD2D2 AAE2E2CC

Cheeta Raibama Chunder SenA
The wisest and the best of menA
Betook him to the place where satB
With folded feet upon a matB
Of precious stones beneath a palmC
In sweet and everlasting calmC
That ancient and immortal gentD
The God of Rational ContentD
As tranquil and unmoved as FateE
The deity reposed in stateE
With palm to palm and sole to soleF
And beaded breast and beetling jowlG
And belly spread upon his thighsH
And costly diamonds for eyesH
As Chunder Sen approached and kneltI
To show the reverence he feltI
Then beat his head upon the sodJ
To prove his fealty to the godJ
And then by gestures signifiedK
The other sentiments insideK
The god's right eye as Chunder SenA
The wisest and the best of menA
Half fancied grew by just a thoughtL
More narrow than it truly oughtL
Yet still that prince of devoteesM
Persistent upon bended kneesM
And elbows bored into the earthN
Declared the god's exceeding worthN
And begged his favor Then at lastO
Within that cavernous and vastO
Thoracic space was heard a soundP
Like that of water undergroundP
A gurgling note that found a ventD
At mouth of that Immortal GentD
In such a chuckle as no earQ
Had e'er been privileged to hearQ
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Cheeta Raibama Chunder SenA
The wisest greatest best of menA
Heard with a natural surpriseH
That mighty midriff improviseH
And greater yet the marvel wasR
When from between those massive jawsS
Fell words to make the views more plainT
The god was pleased to entertainT
'Cheeta Raibama Chunder Sen '-
So ran the rede in speech of menA
'Foremost of mortals in assentD
To creed of Rational ContentD
Why come you here to impetrateD
A blessing on your scurvy pateD
Can you not rationally beU
Content without disturbing meU
Can you not take a hint a winkV
Of what of all this rot I thinkV
Is laughter lost upon you quiteD
To check you in your pious riteD
What know you not we gods protestD
That all religion is a jestD
You take me seriously youW
About me make a great adoW
When I but wish to be aloneX
With attitudes supine and proneX
With genuflexions and with prayersY
And putting on of solemn airsY
To draw my mind from the surveyZ
Of Rational Content awayZ
Learn once for all if learn you canA2
This truth significant to manA2
A pious person is by oddsB2
The one most hateful to the gods '-
Then stretching forth his great right handD
Which shadowed all that sunny landD
That deity bestowed a touchC2
Which Chunder Sen not overmuchC2
Enjoyed a touch divine that madeD
The sufferer hear stars They playedD
And sang as on Creation's mornD2
When spheric harmony was bornD2
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Cheeta Raibama Chunder SenA
The most astonished man of menA
Fell straight asleep and when he wokeE2
The deity nor moved nor spokeE2
But sat beneath that ancient palmC
In sweet and everlasting calmC

Ambrose Bierce



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