Christ Crucified Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Now ere I slept my prayer had been that I might see my wayA
To do the will of Christ our Lord and Master day by dayA
And with this prayer upon my lips I knew not that I dreamedB
But suddenly the world of night a pandemonium seemedB
From forest and from slaughter house from bull ring and from stallC
There rose an anguished cry of pain a loud appealing callC
As man the dumb beast's next of kin with gun and whip and knifeD
Went pleasure seeking through the earth blood bent on taking lifeD
From trap and cage and house and zoo and street that awful strainE
Of tortured creatures rose and swelled the orchestra of painE
And then methought the gentle Christ appeared to me and spokeF
'I called you but ye answered not' and in my fear I wokeF
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Then next I heard the roar of mills and moving through the noiseG
Like phantoms in an underworld were little girls and boysG
Their backs were bent their brows were pale their eyes were sad and oldH
But by the labour of their hands greed added gold to goldH
Again the Presence and the Voice 'Behold the crimes I seeI
As ye have done it unto these so have ye done to me '-
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Again I slept I seemed to climb a hard ascending trackJ
And just behind me laboured one whose patient face was blackJ
I pitied him but hour by hour he gained upon the pathK
He stood beside me stood upright and then I turned in wrathK
'Go back ' I cried 'What right have you to walk beside me hereL
For you are black and I am white ' I paused struck dumb with fearM
For lo the black man was not there but Christ stood in his placeN
And oh the pain the pain the pain that looked from that dear faceN
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Now when I woke the air was rife with that sweet rhythmic dinO
Which tells the world that Christ has come to save mankind from sinO
And through the open door of church and temple passed a throngP
To worship Him with bended knee with sermon and with songP
But over all I heard the cry of hunted mangled thingsQ
Those creatures which are part of God though they have hoofs and wingsQ
I saw in mill and mine and shop the little slaves of greedR
I heard the strife of race with race all sprung from one God seedR
And then I bowed my head in shame and in contrition criedS
'Lo after nineteen hundred years Christ still is Crucified '-

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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