Warriors Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDEFGHG IJKJLMNMDOPO QRSRKTUTVJWJ XYUYZA2B2A2C2C2KC2| arth | A |
| With spotless plumes and shining shields to joust | B |
| with foes and prove our worth | C |
| The world is but a battlefield where strong and | D |
| weak men fill the lists | E |
| And some make war with humble prayers and | D |
| some with swords and some with fists | E |
| And some for pleasure or for peace forsake their | F |
| purposes and goals | G |
| And barter for the scarlet joys of ease and pomp | H |
| their knightly souls | G |
| - | |
| We're all enlisted soldiers here in service for | I |
| the term called life | J |
| And each of us in some grim way must bear his | K |
| portion of the strife | J |
| Temptations everywhere assail Men do not rise | L |
| by fearing sin | M |
| Nor he who keeps within his tent unharmed | N |
| unscratched the crown shall win | M |
| When wrongs are trampling mortals down and | D |
| rank injustice stalks about | O |
| Real manhood to the battle flies and dies or puts | P |
| the foes to rout | O |
| - | |
| 'Tis not the new and shining blade that marks | Q |
| the soldier of the field | R |
| His glory is his broken sword his pride the | S |
| scars upon his shield | R |
| The crimson stains that sin has left upon his | K |
| soul are tongues that speak | T |
| The victory of new found strength by one who | U |
| yesterday was weak | T |
| And meaningless the spotless plume the shining | V |
| blade that goes through life | J |
| And quits this naming battlefield without one | W |
| evidence of strife | J |
| - | |
| We all are warriors with sin we all are knights | X |
| in life's crusades | Y |
| And with some form of tyranny we're sent to | U |
| earth to measure blades | Y |
| The courage of the soul must gleam in conflict | Z |
| with some fearful foe | A2 |
| No man was ever born to life its luxuries alone | B2 |
| to know | A2 |
| And he who brothers with a sin to keep his outward | C2 |
| garb unsoiled | C2 |
| And fears to battle with a wrong shall find his | K |
| soul decayed and spoiled | C2 |
Edgar Albert Guest
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