Hymn Of Futility Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHG DIDIJKJ DLDLDDDD DDDDDDD MDMDDDDD DDDDDDD NONOHDHD PDPDDHDH QJQJR R DD DLDL DQDSDDD

Lord Thou hast given unto us a landA
In Thy beneficence Thou has ordainedB
That we should hold a country great and grandA
Such as no race of old has ever gainedB
A favoured people basking in Thy smileC
So dost Thou leave us to work out our fateD
But Lord be patient yet a little whileC
The shade is pleasing and our task is greatD
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Lo Thou hast said 'This land I give to youE
To be the cradle of a mighty raceF
Who shall take up the White Man's task anewE
And all the nations of the world outpaceF
No heritage for cowards or for slavesG
Here is a mission for the brave the strongH
Then see ye to it lest dishonoured gravesG
Bear witness that he tarried overlong '-
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Lo Thou hast said 'When ye have toiled and tilledD
When ye have borne the heat and wisely sownI
And every corner of the vineyard filledD
With goodly growth the land shall be your ownI
Then shall your sons and your sons' sons rejoiceJ
Then shall the race speak with a conqueror's mouthK
And all the world shall hearken to its voiceJ
And heed the great White Nation of the South '-
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And Thou hast said 'This striving shall ye doD
Be diligent to tend and guard the soilL
If this great heritage I trust to youD
Be worth the purchase of a meed of toilL
Then shall ye not at call of game or martD
Forgo the labour of a single dayD
They spurn the gift who treasure but a partD
Guard ye the whole lest all be cast awayD
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'Say is My bounty worth the winning ' LordD
So hast thou spoken Humbly have we heardD
'No son of man is born who can affordD
To pay Me tribute with an empty wordD
Guard ye the treasure if the gift be meetD
Win ye to strength and wisdom while ye mayD
For he who fears the burden and the heatD
Shall gain the wages of a squandered day '-
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Lord we have heard Loud our Hosannas rangM
Voices of glad thanksgiving did we liftD
From out the fullness of our hearts we sangM
Sweet hymns of praise for this Thy gracious giftD
Here in one corner of the land we foundD
A goodly garden where abundant foodD
We won with scanty labor from the groundD
Here did we rest And Lord we found it goodD
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Great cities have we builded here LordD
And corn and kine full plenty for our needD
We have and cloth the wondrous land affordD
Treasure beyond the wildest dreams of greedD
Even this tiny portion of Thy giftD
One corner of our mightly continentD
Doth please us well A voice in prayer we liftD
'Lord give us peace For we are well content '-
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Lord give us peace for Thou has sent a signN
Smoke of a raider's ships athwart the skyO
Nay suffer us to hold this gift of ThineN
The burden Lord The burden by and byO
The sun is hot Lord and the way is longH
'Tis pleasant in this corner Thou has blestD
Leave us to tarry here with wine and songH
Our little corner Lord Guard Thou the restD
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But yesterday our fathers hither cameP
Rovers and strangers on a foreign strandD
Must we for their neglect bear all the blameP
Nay Master we have come to love our landD
But see the task Thou givest us is greatD
The load is heavy and the way is longH
Hold Thou our enemy without the gateD
When we have rested then shall we be strongH
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Lord Thou hast spoken And with hands to earsQ
We would shut out the thunder of Thy voiceJ
That in the nightwatch wakes our sudden fearsQ
'The day is here and yours must be the choiceJ
Will ye be slaves and shun the task of menR
Will ye be weak who may be brave and strong '-
We wave our banners boastfully and thenR
Weakly we answer 'Lord the way is long '-
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'Time tarries not but here ye tarry yetD
The futile masters of a continentD
Guard ye the gift I gave Do ye forget '-
And still we answer 'Lord we are contentD
Fat have we grown upon this goodly soilL
A little while he patient Lord and waitD
To morrow and to morrow will we toilL
The shade is pleasing Lord Our task is great '-
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But ever through the clamour of the martD
And ever on the playground through the cheersQ
'He spurns the gift who guardeth but a part'D
So cloth the warning fall on heedless carsS
'Guard ye the treasure if the gift be meet'D
Loudly we call the odds we cheer the playD
'For he who fears the burden and the heatD
Shall glean the harvest of a squandered day '-

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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