A Song For Peace And Honour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCDBAEEA FGHGHFIJJA KLBMB NMLN OJJJJOPDQP JRSRSJTJJU VWPWPVJXXJ YZUZUYJBBJ JVKVKJA2OOA2 B2VC2VC2B2HCCH

TO THE QUEENA
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LADY and Queen for whom our laurels twineB
Upon whose head the glories of our landC
In one immortal diadem are metD
Embodied England in whose woman handC
The sceptre of Imperial sway is setD
Receive this song of mineB
For you are England and her bays grow greenA
To deck your brow your goodness lends her graceE
And in our hearts your face is as Her faceE
The Mother Country is the Mother QueenA
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We men of England children of her mightF
With all our Mother's record roll of gloryG
Great with her greatness noble by her nameH
Drank with our mothers' milk our Mother's storyG
And in our veins the splendour of her fameH
Made strong our blood and brightF
And to her absent sons her name has beenI
Familiar music heard in distant landsJ
Heart of our heart and sinews of our handsJ
England our Mother our Mistress and our QueenA
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Out of the thunderous echoes of the pastK
Through the gold dust of centuries we hearL
Her voice 'O children of a royal lineB
Sons of her heart whom England holdeth dearM
Mine was the Past make ye the future mineB
All glorious to the last '-
And as we hear her cowards grow to menN
And men to heroes and the voice of fearM
Is as a whisper in a deaf man's earL
And the dead past is quick in us againN
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Her robe is woven of glory and renownO
Hers are the golden laden ArgosiesJ
And lordship of the wild and watery waysJ
Her flag is blown across the utmost seasJ
Dead nations built her throne and kingdoms blazeJ
For jewels in her crownO
Her Empire like a girdle doth enfoldP
The world her feet upon her foes are setD
She wears the steel wrought blood bright amuletQ
Won by her children in the days of oldP
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Yet in a treasury of such gems as theseJ
Which power and sovereignty and kingship fillR
To the vast limit of the circling sunS
England our Mother in her heart holds stillR
As her most precious jewel save only oneS
The priceless pearl of peaceJ
Peace plucked from out the very heart of warT
Through the long agony of strenuous yearsJ
Made pure by blood and sanctified by tearsJ
A pearl to lie where England's treasures areU
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O peaceful English lanes all white with mayV
O English meadows where the grass grows tallW
O red roofed village field and farm and foldP
Where the long shadows of the elm trees fallW
On the wide pastures which the sun calls goldP
And twilit dew calls grayV
These are the home the happy cradle placeJ
Of every man who has our English tongueX
Sprung from those loins from which our sires have sprungX
Heirs of the glory of our mighty raceJ
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Brothers we hold the pearl of priceless worthY
Shall Peace our pearl by us be cast asideZ
Is it not more to us than all things areU
Nay Peace is precious as the world is wideZ
But England's honour is more precious farU
Than all the heavens and earthY
Were honour outcast from her supreme placeJ
Our pearl of Peace no more a pearl would shineB
But trampled under foot of cowards and swineB
Rot in the mire of a deserved disgraceJ
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Know then O ye our brothers over seaJ
We will not cast our pearl of Peace awayV
But holding it we wait and if at lastK
The whole world came against us in arrayV
If all our glory into darkness passedK
Our Empire ceased to beJ
Yet should we still have chosen the better partA2
Though in the dust our kingdoms were cast downO
Though lost were every jewel in our crownO
We still should wear our jewel in our heartA2
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So for our Mother's honour if it mustB2
Let Peace be lost but lost the worthier wayV
Not trampled down but given for her sakeC2
Who forged of many an iron yesterdayV
The golden song that gold tongued fame shall wakeC2
When we are dust in dustB2
For brotherhood and strife and praise and blameH
And all the world even to our very landC
Weighed in the balance are as a grain of sandC
Against the honour of our English nameH

Edith Nesbit



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