Our Privilege Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CADA EAFA AGAG AHIH JKJK| Not ours where battle smoke upcurls | A |
| And battle dews lie wet | B |
| To meet the charge that treason hurls | A |
| By sword and bayonet | B |
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| Not ours to guide the fatal scythe | C |
| The fleshless Reaper wields | A |
| The harvest moon looks calmly down | D |
| Upon our peaceful fields | A |
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| The long grass dimples on the hill | E |
| The pines sing by the sea | A |
| And Plenty from her golden horn | F |
| Is pouring far and free | A |
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| O brothers by the farther sea | A |
| Think still our faith is warm | G |
| The same bright flag above us waves | A |
| That swathed our baby form | G |
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| The same red blood that dyes your fields | A |
| Here throbs in patriot pride | H |
| The blood that flowed when Lander fell | I |
| And Baker's crimson tide | H |
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| And thus apart our hearts keep time | J |
| With every pulse ye feel | K |
| And Mercy's ringing gold shall chime | J |
| With Valor's clashing steel | K |
Bret Harte (francis)
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