War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBCCBDEDEFG A HIJHHIIHKLKLMM A NOONNOONNPNPNN| I | A |
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| There is no picturesqueness and no glory | B |
| No halo of romance in war to day | C |
| It is a hideous thing Time would turn grey | C |
| With horror were he not already hoary | B |
| At sight of this vile monster foul and gory | B |
| Yet while sweet women perish as they pray | C |
| And new born babes are slaughtered who dare say | C |
| 'Halt ' till Right pens its 'Finis' to the story | B |
| There is no pathway but the path through blood | D |
| Out of the horrors of this holocaust | E |
| Hell has let loose its scalding crimson flood | D |
| And he who stops to argue now is lost | E |
| Not brooms of creeds not Pacifistic words | F |
| Can stem the tide but swords uplifted swords | G |
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| II | A |
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| Yet after Peace has turned the clean white page | H |
| There shall be sorrow on the earth for years | I |
| Abysmal grief that has no eyes for tears | J |
| And youth that hobbles through the earth like age | H |
| But better to play this part upon life's stage | H |
| Than to aid structures that a tyrant rears | I |
| To live a stalwart hireling torn with fears | I |
| And shamed by feeding on a conqueror's wage | H |
| Death yea a thousand deaths were sweet in truth | K |
| Rather than such ignoble life God gave | L |
| Being and breath and high resolve to youth | K |
| That it might be Wrong's master not its slave | L |
| Our road to Freedom is the road to guns | M |
| Go arm your sons I say Go arm your sons | M |
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| III | A |
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| Arm arm that mandate on each wind is whirled | N |
| Let no man hesitate or look askance | O |
| For from the devastated homes of France | O |
| And ruined Belgium the cry is hurled | N |
| Why Christ Himself would keep peace banners furled | N |
| Were He among us till with lifted lance | O |
| He saw the hosts of Righteousness advance | O |
| To purify the Temples of the world | N |
| There is no safety on the earth to day | N |
| For any sacred thing or clean or fair | P |
| Nor can there be until men rise and slay | N |
| The hydra headed monster in his lair | P |
| War horrid War now Virtue's only friend | N |
| Clasp hands with War and battle to the end | N |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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