Our Atlas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH BBFF IJKLFF| Not Atlas with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world | A |
| Bore such a burden as this man on whom the Gods have hurled | A |
| The evils of old festering lands yea hurled them in their might | B |
| And left him standing all alone to set the wrong things right | B |
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| It is the way the Fates have done since first Time's race began | C |
| They open up Pandora's box before some chosen man | C |
| And then aloof they wait and watch to see if he will find | D |
| And wake the slumbering God that dwells in every mortal's mind | D |
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| Erect our modern Atlas stands with brave uplifted head | E |
| And there is courage in his eyes if in his heart be dread | E |
| Not dread of foes but dread of friends who may not pull together | F |
| To bring the lurching ship of State safe through the stormy weather | F |
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| Oh never were there wilder waves or more stupendous seas | G |
| Or rougher rocks or bleaker winds or darker days than these | G |
| Not Washington not Lincoln knew so grave an hour of Time | H |
| As he who now stands face to face with War's world shaking crime | H |
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| His brain is clear his soul is brave his heart is just and right | B |
| He asks no honours of the earth but favour in God's sight | B |
| His aim is not to wear a crown or win imperial power | F |
| But to use wisely for the race life's terrible great hour | F |
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| O Liberty who lights the world with rays that come from God | I |
| Shine on Columbia's troubled track and make it bright and broad | J |
| Shine on each heart and give it strength to meet its pains and losses | K |
| And give supernal strength to one who bears the whole world's crosses | L |
| Take from his thought the fear of friends who may not pull together | F |
| And bring the glorious ship of State safe through wild waves and weather | F |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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