The Age Of Reason Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDE FGHGIG GJCJCK LMNMOM LPLQ RSLSTS CUHUVU URWRXR YVZXLX A2CB2CRC CC2CC2SC2 CD2C A2 E2CCCF2C G2RH2RI2I2 CJ2K2J2CJ2 E2C2CC2E2C2 L2XCXFV ACCCCWhene'er I read some savage tale | A |
Of punishment devised | B |
By tyrants in an olden day | C |
When serfs were victimised | C |
I reverently tell myself | D |
'Thank God we're civilised ' | E |
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Thank God those idols grimmer far | F |
Than gods of wood or stone | G |
Unthinking Hate and brute Revenge | H |
With all the seeds they've sown | G |
Are cast to earth and Reason sits | I |
With Mercy on the throne | G |
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Calm Reason sits upon the throne | G |
And fashions righteous laws | J |
And in our blessed Age of Light | C |
It ever bids us pause | J |
And ere we plan the remedy | C |
Unearth the Primal Cause | K |
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It seeks not in a brutish rage | L |
To flog the witless fool | M |
The rack the pillory are gone | N |
The witches' ducking stool | M |
And Reason builds no gallows for | O |
Heredity's poor tool | M |
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'Reform lies not in punishment ' | - |
So saith the modern sage | L |
'No remedy for evil holds | P |
Blind Hate or Savage Rage | L |
The whipping post the darkened cell | Q |
Are of a darkre age ' | - |
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So Reason saith so Mercy saith | R |
And having said withdraw | S |
O brothers in this Noble Age | L |
That there should be a flaw | S |
And to the vacant throne there steps | T |
The thing men call the Law | S |
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The Law devised by kings long dead | C |
And superstitious priests | U |
Whose code considered but revenge | H |
With bloody rites and feasts | U |
The ancient Law bequeathed by men | V |
Scarce risen from the beasts | U |
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But e'en before such kings and priests | U |
Infested our poor earth | R |
Long ages ere some bleeding wretch | W |
Excited their loud mirth | R |
A thing half man with crooked brain | X |
It chanced was given birth | R |
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And lo this thing begat him sons | Y |
And their sons sons again | V |
And on and on till sturdier | Z |
And cleaner grew the strain | X |
Till in the breed for many an age | L |
The taint had dormant lain | X |
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For countless ages it mayhap | A2 |
The fatal taint had missed | C |
Till in our day a babe was born | B2 |
With some strange mental twist | C |
A thing for all men's sympathy | R |
A foredoomed atavist | C |
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And that he sinned against our code | C |
And harmed a fellow man | C2 |
Lord knows what Nature is about | C |
To work on such a plan | C2 |
Lo he is seized on by the Law | S |
And placed beneath the ban | C2 |
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And what has reason now to say | C |
Chief of our modern gods | D2 |
And Mercy 'Keep the man apart | C |
But harm not such poor clods ' | - |
'Nay ' saith the Law 'we'll truss him up | A2 |
And scourge his back with rods ' | - |
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And so they take the last poor son | E2 |
Of all that tainted host | C |
And try to exorcise the taint | C |
There at the whipping post | C |
This is the Age of Reason friends | F2 |
It is our proudest boast | C |
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And what of those great men on high | G2 |
Who said this thing should be | R |
What of the Law's high officers | H2 |
Who voiced the brute decree | R |
Shall such ones not become the mark | I2 |
For scornful obloquy | I2 |
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Nay gentle brothers blame them not | C |
Blame is the whip of fools | J2 |
For here again we mark in them | K2 |
Heredity's poor tools | J2 |
The eld rings with their sires' demand | C |
Calling for ducking stools | J2 |
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And so when all is said and done | E2 |
We end where we began | C2 |
We must leave Nature to proceed | C |
With her age honored plan | C2 |
E'en I who speak may be the son | E2 |
Of some strange fashioned man | C2 |
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Because he had a twisted form | L2 |
A man of old was slain | X |
They flog him in our Age of Light | C |
For his poor twisted brain | X |
And 'spite my words the chances are | F |
They'll do the same again | V |
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Still when I read some savage tale | A |
Of punishment devised | C |
By tyrants of an olden day | C |
When serfs were victimised | C |
I feel it in my heart to say | C |
'Thank God we're civilised ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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