The Stateman's Creed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJFKLMN OOPQRLSETUVWXYZA2B2C 2VD2BHE2F2G2H2I2I2J2 K2B2L2M2QN2FO2P2Q2M2 R2P2S2LT2U2V2W2X2J2Y Y2XO2Z2A3JB3TJC3ED3E 3F3G3A2H3I3J3K3L3EM3 N3O3KP3ZQ3R3YZ2S3T3U 3D3KZ2V3R3W3X3U3OY3Z 3YL3D3A3U3A4S3BL3B4C 4D4E4U3W2U3U3F4N2ET2 U3U3R2G4H4KBU3U3I4U3 YL3I4U3CJ4K4M2U3U3L4 M4N4O4KP4Ye states and empires nor of empires least | A |
Though least in size hear Britain thou whose lot | B |
Whose final lot is in the balance laid | C |
Irresolutely play the doubtful scales | D |
Nor know'st thou which will win Know then from me | E |
As govern'd well or ill states sink or rise | F |
State ministers as upright or corrupt | G |
Are balm or poison in a nation's veins | H |
Health or distemper hasten or retard | I |
The period of her pride her day of doom | J |
And though for reasons obvious to the wise | F |
Just Providence deals otherwise with men | K |
Yet believe Britons nor too late believe | L |
'Tis fix'd by fate irrevocably fix'd | M |
Virtue and vice are empire's life and death | N |
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Thus it is written Heard you not a groan | O |
Is Britain on her death bed No that groan | O |
Was utter'd by her foes but soon the scale | P |
If this divine monition is despis'd | Q |
May turn against us Read it ye who rule | R |
With reverence read with steadfastness believe | L |
With courage act as such belief inspires | S |
Then shall your glory stand like fate's decree | E |
Then shall your name in adamant be writ | T |
In records that defy the tooth of time | U |
By nations sav'd resounding your applause | V |
While deep beyond your monument's proud base | W |
In black oblivion's kennel shall be trod | X |
Their execrable names who high in power | Y |
And deep in guilt most ominously shine | Z |
The meteors of the state give vice her head | A2 |
To license lewd let loose the public rein | B2 |
Quench every spark of conscience in the land | C2 |
And triumph in the profligate's applause | V |
Or who to the first bidder sell their souls | D2 |
Their country sell sell all their fathers bought | B |
With funds exhausted and exhausted veins | H |
To demons by his holiness ordain'd | E2 |
To propagate the gospel penn'd at Rome | F2 |
Hawk'd through the world by consecrated bulls | G2 |
And how illustrated by Smithfleld flames | H2 |
Who plunge but not like Curtius down the gulf | I2 |
Down narrow minded self's voracious gulf | I2 |
Which gapes and swallows all they swore to save | J2 |
Hate all that lifted heroes into gods | K2 |
And hug the horrors of a victor's chain | B2 |
Of bodies politic that destin'd hell | L2 |
Inflicted here since here their beings end | M2 |
And fall from foes detested and despis'd | Q |
On disbelievers of the statesman's creed | N2 |
Note here my lord unnoted yet it lies | F |
By most or all these truths political | O2 |
Serve more than public ends this creed of states | P2 |
Seconds and irresistibly supports | Q2 |
The Christian creed Are you surpris'd Attend | M2 |
And on the statesman's build a nobler name | R2 |
This punctual justice exercis'd on states | P2 |
With which authentic chronicle abounds | S2 |
As all men know and therefore must believe | L |
This vengeance pour'd on nations ripe in guilt | T2 |
Pour'd on them here where only they exist | U2 |
What is it but an argument of sense | V2 |
Or rather demonstration to support | W2 |
Our feeble faith That they who states compose | X2 |
That men who stand not bounded by the grave | J2 |
Shall meet like measure at their proper hour | Y |
For God is equal similarly deals | Y2 |
With states and persons or he were not God | X |
What means a rectitude immutable | O2 |
A pattern here of universal right | Z2 |
What then shall rescue an abandon'd man | A3 |
Nothing it is replied Replied by whom | J |
Replied by politicians well as priests | B3 |
Writ sacred set aside mankind's own writ | T |
The whole world's annals these pronounce his doom | J |
Thus what might seem a daring paradox | C3 |
E'en politics advance divinity | E |
True masters there are better scholars here | D3 |
Who travel history in quest of schemes | E3 |
To govern nations or perhaps oppress | F3 |
May there start truths that other aims inspire | G3 |
And like Candace's eunuch as they read | A2 |
By Providence turn Christians on their road | H3 |
Digging for silver they may strike on gold | I3 |
May be surpris'd with better than they sought | J3 |
And entertain an angel unawares | K3 |
Nor is divinity ungrateful found | L3 |
As politics advance divinity | E |
Thus in return divinity promotes | M3 |
True politics and crowns the statesman's praise | N3 |
All wisdoms are but branches of the chief | O3 |
And statesmen found but shoots of honest men | K |
Are this world's witchcrafts pleaded in excuse | P3 |
For deviations in our moral line | Z |
This and the next world view'd with such an eye | Q3 |
As suits a statesman such as keeps in view | R3 |
His own exalted science both conspire | Y |
To recommend and fix us in the right | Z2 |
If we reward the politics of Heaven | S3 |
The grand administration of the whole | T3 |
What's the next world A supplement of this | U3 |
Without it justice is defective here | D3 |
Just as to states defective as to men | K |
If so what is this world As sure as right | Z2 |
Sits in Heaven's throne a prophet of the next | V3 |
Prize you the prophet then believe him too | R3 |
His prophecy more precious than his smile | W3 |
How comes it then to pass with most on earth | X3 |
That this should charm us that should discompose | U3 |
Long as the statesman finds this case his own | O |
So long his politics are uncomplete | Y3 |
In danger he nor is the nation safe | Z3 |
But soon must rue his inauspicious power | Y |
What hence results a truth that should resound | L3 |
For ever awful in Britannia's ear | D3 |
Religion crowns the statesman and the man | A3 |
Sole source of public and of private peace | U3 |
This truth all men must own and therefore will | A4 |
And praise and preach it too and when that's done | S3 |
Their compliment is paid and 'tis forgot | B |
What highland pole axe half so deep can wound | L3 |
But how dare I so mean presume so far | B4 |
Assume my seat in the dictator's chair | C4 |
Pronounce predict as if indeed inspir'd | D4 |
Promulge my censures lay out all my throat | E4 |
Till hoarse in clamour on enormous crimes | U3 |
Two mighty columns rise in my support | W2 |
In their more awful and authentic voice | U3 |
Record profane and sacred drown the muse | U3 |
Tho' loud and far out thread her threatening song | F4 |
Still further Holles suffer me to plead | N2 |
That I speak freely as I speak to thee | E |
Guilt only startles at the name of guilt | T2 |
And truth plain truth is welcome to the wise | U3 |
Thus what seem'd my presumption is thy praise | U3 |
Praise and immortal praise is virtue's claim | R2 |
And virtue's sphere is action yet we grant | G4 |
Some merit to the trumpet's loud alarm | H4 |
Whose clangour kindles cowards into men | K |
Nor shall the verse perhaps be quite forgot | B |
Which talks of immortality and bids | U3 |
In every British breast true glory rise | U3 |
As now the warbling lark awakes the morn | I4 |
To close my lord with that which all should close | U3 |
And all begin and strike us every hour | Y |
Though no war wak'd us no black tempest frown'd | L3 |
The morning rises gay yet gayest morn | I4 |
Less glorious after night's incumbent shades | U3 |
Less glorious far bright nature rich array'd | C |
With golden robes in all the pomp of noon | J4 |
Than the first feeble dawn of moral day | K4 |
Sole day let those whom statesmen serve attend | M2 |
Though the sun ripens diamonds for their crowns | U3 |
Sole day worth his regard whom Heaven ordains | U3 |
Undarken'd to behold noon dark and date | L4 |
From the sun's death and every planet's fall | M4 |
His all illustrious and eternal year | N4 |
Where statesmen and their monarchs names of awe | O4 |
And distance here shall rank with common men | K |
Yet own their glory never dawn'd before | P4 |
Edward Young
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