Theory And Practice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCCCCD CCEEFFAAGGHHII JJKKLLKKC MMNNOOPQPQAACCK

The man of God stands on the Sabbath dayA
Warning the sinners from the broad highwayA
That leads to death He rolls his pious eyeB
And tells how wily demons hidden lieB
To spring upon the thoughtless souls who passC
Along He lifts his hands and cries 'AlasC
That such things be O sinners pauseC
Gird on God's armor let the devil seeC
Thou hast espoused a high and holy causeC
And all his arts are powerless on thee 'D
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'Tis thus the man of God in warning criesC
And tears of heart felt sorrow fill his eyesC
And then he doffs his surplice and his gownE
And calls for wine to wash his sorrow downE
Ah follower of the meek and lowly OneF
And is it thus that thou wouldst have men shunF
The road to death Is this the better wayA
Of which thou tellest on the Sabbath dayA
This wine you sip to quench your pious thirstG
Of all the devil's arts he reckons firstG
And countless legions go down to the deadH
Slain soul and body by the demon redH
Is this the holy principle you teachI
Or shall men practise while you only preachI
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The righteous churchman reads a tale of strifeJ
One of those countless tragedies of city lifeJ
He sighs and shakes his head and sighs againK
And thanks his God he's not as other menK
And then he sips his glass of ale or rumL
And wonders if the time shall ever comeL
When such things cease to be I answer 'WhenK
You who bear the names of Christian menK
Shall with your wines and ales and beers dispenseC
And choose the motto 'Total Abstinence ''-
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The politician sighs at the nation's debtM
And groans at his heavy tax And yetM
He calls his jolly friends from near and farN
And does not sigh or groan before the barN
But 'treats' them with a free and lavish handO
Thus swelling the liquor tax upon the landO
And so the world goes and will always goP
As long as fools live And their lives are longQ
As all may see who look around and soP
I'll let it waggle on and cease my songQ
Hoping 'gainst hope that some poor struggling rayA
Of common sense may find its weary wayA
Into the stupid hearts and brains of thoseC
Who prate of any evil this world knowsC
And sip their wines and beer and say to menK
'We only drink a little now and then '-

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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