A Song Of Servitude. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBB A DEDD A FGFF F HIHH F JFJJ F KLKK F MNMM F OPOO K KQKK K RORR K KFKK K STSS S UVUU F WSWW

IA
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This is a song of serfs that I have madeB
A song of sympathy for grief and joyC
The old the young the lov'd and the betrayedB
All all must serve for all must be obeyedB
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IIA
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There are no tyrants but the serving onesD
There are no servants but the ruling menE
The Captain conquers with his army's gunsD
But he himself is conquered by his sonsD
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IIIA
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What is a parent but a daughter's slaveF
A son's retainer when the lad is illG
The great Creator loves the good and braveF
And makes a flower the spokesman of a graveF
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IVF
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The son is servant in his father's hallsH
The daughter is her mother's maid of workI
The welkin wonders when the ocean callsH
And earth accepts the raindrop when it fallsH
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VF
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There are no ups in life there are no downsJ
For high and low are words of like degreeF
He who is light of heart when Fortune frownsJ
He is a king though nameless in the townsJ
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VIF
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None is so lofty as the sage who praysK
None so unhigh as he who will not kneelL
The breeze is servant to the summer daysK
And he is bowed to most who most obeysK
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VIIF
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These are the maxims that I take to heartM
Do thou accept them reader for thine ownN
Love well thy work be truthful in the martM
And foes will praise thee when thy friends departM
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VIIIF
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None shall upbraid thee then for thine estateO
Or show thee meaner than thou art in truthP
Make friends with death and God who is so greatO
He will assist thee to a nobler fateO
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IXK
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None are unfit to serve upon their kneesK
The saints of prayer unseen but quick to hearQ
The flowers are servants to the pilgrim beesK
And wintry winds are tyrants of the treesK
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XK
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All things are good all things incur a debtR
And all must pay the same or soon or lateO
The sun will rise betimes but he must setR
And Man must seek the laws he would forgetR
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XIK
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There are no mockeries in the universeK
No false accounts no errors that will thriveF
The work we do the good things we rehearseK
Are boons of Nature basely named a curseK
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XIIK
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Give us our daily bread the children prayS
And mothers plead for them while thus they speakT
But Give us work O God we men should sayS
That we may gain our bread from day to dayS
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XIIIS
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'Tis not alone the crown that makes the kingU
'Tis service done 'tis duty to his kindV
The lark that soars so high is quick to singU
And proud to yield allegiance to the springU
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XIVF
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And we who serve ourselves whate'er befallW
Athwart the dangers of the day's behestsS
Oh let's not shirk at joy or sorrow's callW
The service due to God who serves us allW

Eric Mackay



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