To John Ruskin. (after Reading His "modern Painters.") Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHIH JKJL MEMN OAKA PQPQ RSRS TUTU VWVX BYZA2 B2C2B2J| Yes you do well to mock us you | A |
| Who knew our bitter woe | B |
| To jeer the false deny the true | A |
| In us blind struggling low | B |
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| While on your pleasant place aloft | C |
| With flowers and clouds and streams | D |
| At our black sweat and toil you scoffed | C |
| That marred your idle dreams | D |
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| Oh freedom what was that to us | E |
| You'd shout down to us there | F |
| Except the freedom foul vicious | E |
| From all of good and fair | F |
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| Obedience faith humility | G |
| To us were empty names | H |
| The like to you might we reply | I |
| Whose noisy life proclaims | H |
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| Presumption want of human love | J |
| Impatience filthy breath | K |
| The snob in soul who looks above | J |
| Trampling on what's beneath | L |
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| When did you strive in nobler part | M |
| With love and gentleness | E |
| To help one soul to win one heart | M |
| To joy and hope and peace | N |
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| Go to vain prophet without faith | O |
| In God who maketh new | A |
| With hankerings for this putrid death | K |
| This Flesh feast of the Few | A |
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| This Social Structure of red mud | P |
| This Edifice of slime | Q |
| Whose bricks are bones whose mortar's blood | P |
| Whose pinnacle is Crime | Q |
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| Go to for we who strain our power | R |
| For light and warmth and scope | S |
| For wives' for children's happier hour | R |
| Can teach you faith and hope | S |
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| Hark to the shout of those who cleared | T |
| The Missionary Ridge | U |
| Look on those dead who never feared | T |
| The battle's bloody bridge | U |
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| Watch the stern swarm at that last breach | V |
| March up that came not thence | W |
| And learn Democracy can teach | V |
| Divine obedience | X |
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| Pass through that South at last brought low | B |
| Where loyal freemen live | Y |
| And learn Democracy knows how | Z |
| To utterly forgive | A2 |
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| Come then and take this free given bread | B2 |
| Of us who've scarce enough | C2 |
| Hush your proud lips bow down your head | B2 |
| And worship human love | J |
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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