The Hymn Of The Republic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLL MMNN OO P QQOO| I have listened to the sighing of the burdened and the bound | A |
| I have heard it change to crying with a menace in the sound | A |
| I have seen the money getters pass unheeding on the way | B |
| As they went to forge new fetters for the people day by day | B |
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| Then the voice of Labour thundered forth its purpose and its need | C |
| And I marvelled and I wondered at the cold dull ear of greed | C |
| For as chimes in some great steeple tell the passing of the hour | D |
| So the voices of the people tell the death of purchased power | D |
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| All the gathered dust of ages God is brushing from His book | E |
| He is opening up its pages and He bids His children look | E |
| And in shock and conflagration and in pestilence and strife | F |
| He is speaking to the nations of the brevity of life | F |
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| Mother Earth herself is shaken by our sorrows and our crimes | G |
| And she bids her sons awaken to the portent of the times | G |
| With her travail pains upon her she is hurling from their place | H |
| All the minions of dishonour to admit the Coming Race | H |
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| By the voice of Justice bidden she has torn the mask from might | I |
| All the shameful secrets hidden she is dragging into light | I |
| And whoever wrongs his neighbour must be brought to judgment NOW | J |
| Though he wear the badge of Labour or a crown upon his brow | J |
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| There is growth in Revolution if the word is understood | K |
| It is one with Evolution up from self to brotherhood | K |
| He who utters it unheeding bent on self or selfish gain | L |
| His own day of doom is speeding though he toil or though he reign | L |
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| God is calling to the masses to the peasant and the peer | M |
| He is calling to all classes that the crucial hour is near | M |
| For each rotting throne must tremble and fall broken in the dust | N |
| With the leaders who dissemble and betray a people's trust | N |
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| Still the voice of God is calling and above the wreck I see | O |
| And beyond the gloom appalling the great Government to Be | O |
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| From the ruins it has risen and my soul is overjoyed | P |
| For the school supplants the prison and there are no 'unemployed ' | - |
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| And there are no children's faces at the spindle or the loom | Q |
| They are out in sunny places where the other sweet things bloom | Q |
| God has purified the alleys He has set the white slaves free | O |
| And they own the hills and valleys in this Government to Be | O |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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