An Ode To The Soldiers' And Sailors' Monument Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBCC DEDEFGFGG HIHIIJIKK LMLMMKMKN OPQPPNPNK| Thou most majestic Queen of sculptural art | A |
| What learn d architect designed thy throne | B |
| Who traced thy stately form in head and heart | A |
| And sent the sculptor forth to carve the stone | B |
| O speak fair Queen for thou art not alone | B |
| Ten thousand unseen voices join refrain | C |
| That softly floats in one melodious tone | B |
| As sweet as any ancient harper's strain | C |
| In odes to Indiana's silent victors slain | C |
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| Thy court well marks the conquest of the West | D |
| A citadel sprung out the forest wild | E |
| A mecca where the pilgrims quietly rest | D |
| Each dame's content content each sportive child | E |
| The fiery redmen nevermore revile | F |
| Nor haunt the footprints of thy daring sons | G |
| Whose noble spheres are widening all the while | F |
| Like as some brilliant star its orbit runs | G |
| And sheds on earth its light down from a thousand suns | G |
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| Thy throne emblazoned with the rarest jewels | H |
| Each wall adorned with battered coats of mail | I |
| Choice relics of some bloody fields or duels | H |
| A legend or some untold battle tale | I |
| I see the scouts go forth upon the trail | I |
| And soldiers charging over battlements | J |
| The weeping mother sends to God her wail | I |
| While passion's rage the mortal heart laments | K |
| The dove of peace is caged in direst banishments | K |
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| But see yon arms full flushing victory | L |
| Brings hope and joy is ringing everywhere | M |
| Beneath the starry banner of the free | L |
| That shields her children from the tyrant's snare | M |
| The peasant turns him to his lowly fare | M |
| The rich pursues wild phantoms at his ease | K |
| The rustic plies his long forsaken share | M |
| And lo the dove is cooing Peace sweet peace | K |
| For Mars has snatched his bolts from out the rosy East | N |
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| And when the last familiar scene has gone | O |
| And brightest dawn has kissed the sable night | P |
| Then thou shalt smile on faces yet unborn | Q |
| And be to them a gleaming beacon light | P |
| For Might shall fall and on his throne sit Right | P |
| When bloody wars and petty strifes have ceased | N |
| Then thou shalt don thy spotless robe of white | P |
| And say to man as hostess of the feast | N |
| My brother sheath thy sword the end of life is peace | K |
Edward Smyth Jones
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