Hymn Of Futility Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHG DIDIJKJ DLDLDDDD DDDDDDD MDMDDDDD DDDDDDD NONOHDHD PDPDDHDH QJQJR R DD DLDL DQDSDDDLord Thou hast given unto us a land | A |
In Thy beneficence Thou has ordained | B |
That we should hold a country great and grand | A |
Such as no race of old has ever gained | B |
A favoured people basking in Thy smile | C |
So dost Thou leave us to work out our fate | D |
But Lord be patient yet a little while | C |
The shade is pleasing and our task is great | D |
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Lo Thou hast said 'This land I give to you | E |
To be the cradle of a mighty race | F |
Who shall take up the White Man's task anew | E |
And all the nations of the world outpace | F |
No heritage for cowards or for slaves | G |
Here is a mission for the brave the strong | H |
Then see ye to it lest dishonoured graves | G |
Bear witness that he tarried overlong ' | - |
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Lo Thou hast said 'When ye have toiled and tilled | D |
When ye have borne the heat and wisely sown | I |
And every corner of the vineyard filled | D |
With goodly growth the land shall be your own | I |
Then shall your sons and your sons' sons rejoice | J |
Then shall the race speak with a conqueror's mouth | K |
And all the world shall hearken to its voice | J |
And heed the great White Nation of the South ' | - |
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And Thou hast said 'This striving shall ye do | D |
Be diligent to tend and guard the soil | L |
If this great heritage I trust to you | D |
Be worth the purchase of a meed of toil | L |
Then shall ye not at call of game or mart | D |
Forgo the labour of a single day | D |
They spurn the gift who treasure but a part | D |
Guard ye the whole lest all be cast away | D |
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'Say is My bounty worth the winning ' Lord | D |
So hast thou spoken Humbly have we heard | D |
'No son of man is born who can afford | D |
To pay Me tribute with an empty word | D |
Guard ye the treasure if the gift be meet | D |
Win ye to strength and wisdom while ye may | D |
For he who fears the burden and the heat | D |
Shall gain the wages of a squandered day ' | - |
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Lord we have heard Loud our Hosannas rang | M |
Voices of glad thanksgiving did we lift | D |
From out the fullness of our hearts we sang | M |
Sweet hymns of praise for this Thy gracious gift | D |
Here in one corner of the land we found | D |
A goodly garden where abundant food | D |
We won with scanty labor from the ground | D |
Here did we rest And Lord we found it good | D |
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Great cities have we builded here Lord | D |
And corn and kine full plenty for our need | D |
We have and cloth the wondrous land afford | D |
Treasure beyond the wildest dreams of greed | D |
Even this tiny portion of Thy gift | D |
One corner of our mightly continent | D |
Doth please us well A voice in prayer we lift | D |
'Lord give us peace For we are well content ' | - |
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Lord give us peace for Thou has sent a sign | N |
Smoke of a raider's ships athwart the sky | O |
Nay suffer us to hold this gift of Thine | N |
The burden Lord The burden by and by | O |
The sun is hot Lord and the way is long | H |
'Tis pleasant in this corner Thou has blest | D |
Leave us to tarry here with wine and song | H |
Our little corner Lord Guard Thou the rest | D |
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But yesterday our fathers hither came | P |
Rovers and strangers on a foreign strand | D |
Must we for their neglect bear all the blame | P |
Nay Master we have come to love our land | D |
But see the task Thou givest us is great | D |
The load is heavy and the way is long | H |
Hold Thou our enemy without the gate | D |
When we have rested then shall we be strong | H |
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Lord Thou hast spoken And with hands to ears | Q |
We would shut out the thunder of Thy voice | J |
That in the nightwatch wakes our sudden fears | Q |
'The day is here and yours must be the choice | J |
Will ye be slaves and shun the task of men | R |
Will ye be weak who may be brave and strong ' | - |
We wave our banners boastfully and then | R |
Weakly we answer 'Lord the way is long ' | - |
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'Time tarries not but here ye tarry yet | D |
The futile masters of a continent | D |
Guard ye the gift I gave Do ye forget ' | - |
And still we answer 'Lord we are content | D |
Fat have we grown upon this goodly soil | L |
A little while he patient Lord and wait | D |
To morrow and to morrow will we toil | L |
The shade is pleasing Lord Our task is great ' | - |
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But ever through the clamour of the mart | D |
And ever on the playground through the cheers | Q |
'He spurns the gift who guardeth but a part' | D |
So cloth the warning fall on heedless cars | S |
'Guard ye the treasure if the gift be meet' | D |
Loudly we call the odds we cheer the play | D |
'For he who fears the burden and the heat | D |
Shall glean the harvest of a squandered day ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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