An Appeal To My Countrywomen. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB ADAD AEFE AGAG HIHI JKHK LFFF AMHM NGOP QFRF QSAS NTUT VFTF WXSYYou can sigh o'er the sad eyed Armenian | A |
Who weeps in her desolate home | B |
You can mourn o'er the exile of Russia | C |
From kindred and friends doomed to roam | B |
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You can pity the men who have woven | A |
From passion and appetite chains | D |
To coil with a terrible tension | A |
Around their heartstrings and brains | D |
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You can sorrow o'er little children | A |
Disinherited from their birth | E |
The wee waifs and toddlers neglected | F |
Robbed of sunshine music and mirth | E |
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For beasts you have gentle compassion | A |
Your mercy and pity they share | G |
For the wretched outcast and fallen | A |
You have tenderness love and care | G |
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But hark from our Southland are floating | H |
Sobs of anguish murmurs of pain | I |
And women heart stricken are weeping | H |
Over their tortured and their slain | I |
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On their brows the sun has left traces | J |
Shrink not from their sorrow in scorn | K |
When they entered the threshold of being | H |
The children of a King were born | K |
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Each comes as a guest to the table | L |
The hand of our God has outspread | F |
To fountains that ever leap upward | F |
To share in the soil we all tread | F |
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When ye plead for the wrecked and fallen | A |
The exile from far distant shores | M |
Remember that men are still wasting | H |
Life's crimson around your own doors | M |
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Have ye not oh my favored sisters | N |
Just a plea a prayer or a tear | G |
For mothers who dwell 'neath the shadows | O |
Of agony hatred and fear | P |
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Men may tread down the poor and lowly | Q |
May crush them in anger and hate | F |
But surely the mills of God's justice | R |
Will grind out the grist of their fate | F |
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Oh people sin laden and guilty | Q |
So lusty and proud in your prime | S |
The sharp sickles of God's retribution | A |
Will gather your harvest of crime | S |
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Weep not oh my well sheltered sisters | N |
Weep not for the Negro alone | T |
But weep for your sons who must gather | U |
The crops which their fathers have sown | T |
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Go read on the tombstones of nations | V |
Of chieftains who masterful trod | F |
The sentence which time has engraven | T |
That they had forgotten their God | F |
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'Tis the judgment of God that men reap | W |
The tares which in madness they sow | X |
Sorrow follows the footsteps of crime | S |
And Sin is the consort of Woe | Y |
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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