The Stateman's Creed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Ye states and empires nor of empires leastA
Though least in size hear Britain thou whose lotB
Whose final lot is in the balance laidC
Irresolutely play the doubtful scalesD
Nor know'st thou which will win Know then from meE
As govern'd well or ill states sink or riseF
State ministers as upright or corruptG
Are balm or poison in a nation's veinsH
Health or distemper hasten or retardI
The period of her pride her day of doomJ
And though for reasons obvious to the wiseF
Just Providence deals otherwise with menK
Yet believe Britons nor too late believeL
'Tis fix'd by fate irrevocably fix'dM
Virtue and vice are empire's life and deathN
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Thus it is written Heard you not a groanO
Is Britain on her death bed No that groanO
Was utter'd by her foes but soon the scaleP
If this divine monition is despis'dQ
May turn against us Read it ye who ruleR
With reverence read with steadfastness believeL
With courage act as such belief inspiresS
Then shall your glory stand like fate's decreeE
Then shall your name in adamant be writT
In records that defy the tooth of timeU
By nations sav'd resounding your applauseV
While deep beyond your monument's proud baseW
In black oblivion's kennel shall be trodX
Their execrable names who high in powerY
And deep in guilt most ominously shineZ
The meteors of the state give vice her headA2
To license lewd let loose the public reinB2
Quench every spark of conscience in the landC2
And triumph in the profligate's applauseV
Or who to the first bidder sell their soulsD2
Their country sell sell all their fathers boughtB
With funds exhausted and exhausted veinsH
To demons by his holiness ordain'dE2
To propagate the gospel penn'd at RomeF2
Hawk'd through the world by consecrated bullsG2
And how illustrated by Smithfleld flamesH2
Who plunge but not like Curtius down the gulfI2
Down narrow minded self's voracious gulfI2
Which gapes and swallows all they swore to saveJ2
Hate all that lifted heroes into godsK2
And hug the horrors of a victor's chainB2
Of bodies politic that destin'd hellL2
Inflicted here since here their beings endM2
And fall from foes detested and despis'dQ
On disbelievers of the statesman's creedN2
Note here my lord unnoted yet it liesF
By most or all these truths politicalO2
Serve more than public ends this creed of statesP2
Seconds and irresistibly supportsQ2
The Christian creed Are you surpris'd AttendM2
And on the statesman's build a nobler nameR2
This punctual justice exercis'd on statesP2
With which authentic chronicle aboundsS2
As all men know and therefore must believeL
This vengeance pour'd on nations ripe in guiltT2
Pour'd on them here where only they existU2
What is it but an argument of senseV2
Or rather demonstration to supportW2
Our feeble faith That they who states composeX2
That men who stand not bounded by the graveJ2
Shall meet like measure at their proper hourY
For God is equal similarly dealsY2
With states and persons or he were not GodX
What means a rectitude immutableO2
A pattern here of universal rightZ2
What then shall rescue an abandon'd manA3
Nothing it is replied Replied by whomJ
Replied by politicians well as priestsB3
Writ sacred set aside mankind's own writT
The whole world's annals these pronounce his doomJ
Thus what might seem a daring paradoxC3
E'en politics advance divinityE
True masters there are better scholars hereD3
Who travel history in quest of schemesE3
To govern nations or perhaps oppressF3
May there start truths that other aims inspireG3
And like Candace's eunuch as they readA2
By Providence turn Christians on their roadH3
Digging for silver they may strike on goldI3
May be surpris'd with better than they soughtJ3
And entertain an angel unawaresK3
Nor is divinity ungrateful foundL3
As politics advance divinityE
Thus in return divinity promotesM3
True politics and crowns the statesman's praiseN3
All wisdoms are but branches of the chiefO3
And statesmen found but shoots of honest menK
Are this world's witchcrafts pleaded in excuseP3
For deviations in our moral lineZ
This and the next world view'd with such an eyeQ3
As suits a statesman such as keeps in viewR3
His own exalted science both conspireY
To recommend and fix us in the rightZ2
If we reward the politics of HeavenS3
The grand administration of the wholeT3
What's the next world A supplement of thisU3
Without it justice is defective hereD3
Just as to states defective as to menK
If so what is this world As sure as rightZ2
Sits in Heaven's throne a prophet of the nextV3
Prize you the prophet then believe him tooR3
His prophecy more precious than his smileW3
How comes it then to pass with most on earthX3
That this should charm us that should discomposeU3
Long as the statesman finds this case his ownO
So long his politics are uncompleteY3
In danger he nor is the nation safeZ3
But soon must rue his inauspicious powerY
What hence results a truth that should resoundL3
For ever awful in Britannia's earD3
Religion crowns the statesman and the manA3
Sole source of public and of private peaceU3
This truth all men must own and therefore willA4
And praise and preach it too and when that's doneS3
Their compliment is paid and 'tis forgotB
What highland pole axe half so deep can woundL3
But how dare I so mean presume so farB4
Assume my seat in the dictator's chairC4
Pronounce predict as if indeed inspir'dD4
Promulge my censures lay out all my throatE4
Till hoarse in clamour on enormous crimesU3
Two mighty columns rise in my supportW2
In their more awful and authentic voiceU3
Record profane and sacred drown the museU3
Tho' loud and far out thread her threatening songF4
Still further Holles suffer me to pleadN2
That I speak freely as I speak to theeE
Guilt only startles at the name of guiltT2
And truth plain truth is welcome to the wiseU3
Thus what seem'd my presumption is thy praiseU3
Praise and immortal praise is virtue's claimR2
And virtue's sphere is action yet we grantG4
Some merit to the trumpet's loud alarmH4
Whose clangour kindles cowards into menK
Nor shall the verse perhaps be quite forgotB
Which talks of immortality and bidsU3
In every British breast true glory riseU3
As now the warbling lark awakes the mornI4
To close my lord with that which all should closeU3
And all begin and strike us every hourY
Though no war wak'd us no black tempest frown'dL3
The morning rises gay yet gayest mornI4
Less glorious after night's incumbent shadesU3
Less glorious far bright nature rich array'dC
With golden robes in all the pomp of noonJ4
Than the first feeble dawn of moral dayK4
Sole day let those whom statesmen serve attendM2
Though the sun ripens diamonds for their crownsU3
Sole day worth his regard whom Heaven ordainsU3
Undarken'd to behold noon dark and dateL4
From the sun's death and every planet's fallM4
His all illustrious and eternal yearN4
Where statesmen and their monarchs names of aweO4
And distance here shall rank with common menK
Yet own their glory never dawn'd beforeP4

Edward Young



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