Thy Brother's Blood Crieth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDD EFGFFF HIJIFF KFDFLL KFMFNO PFQFFF| All her corn fields rippled in the sunshine | A |
| All her lovely vines sweets laden bowed | B |
| Yet some weeks to harvest and to vintage | C |
| When as one man's hand a cloud | B |
| Rose and spread and blackening burst asunder | D |
| In rain and fire and thunder | D |
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| Is there nought to reap in the day of harvest | E |
| Hath the vine in her day no fruit to yield | F |
| Yea men tread the press but not for sweetness | G |
| And they reap a red crop from the field | F |
| Build barns ye reapers garner all aright | F |
| Though your souls be called to night | F |
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| A cry of tears goes up from blackened homesteads | H |
| A cry of blood goes up from reeking earth | I |
| Tears and blood have a cry that pierces Heaven | J |
| Through all its Hallelujah swells of mirth | I |
| God hears their cry and though He tarry yet | F |
| He doth not forget | F |
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| Mournful Mother prone in dust weeping | K |
| Who shall comfort thee for those who are not | F |
| As thou didst men do to thee and heap the measure | D |
| And heat the furnace sevenfold hot | F |
| As thou once now these to thee who pitieth thee | L |
| From sea to sea | L |
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| O thou King terrible in strength and building | K |
| Thy strong future on thy past | F |
| Though he drink the last the King of Sheshach | M |
| Yet he shall drink at the last | F |
| Art thou greater than great Babylon | N |
| Which lies overthrown | O |
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| Take heed ye unwise among the people | P |
| O ye fools when will ye understand | F |
| He that planted the ear shall He not hear | Q |
| Nor He smite who formed the hand | F |
| Vengeance is Mine is Mine thus saith the Lord | F |
| O Man put up thy sword | F |
Christina Rossetti
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