Lo, All The Age Is Rank With Wrong Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDED FGGFHIHI JKKJLMLM NOONPQPQ RSSTUVUV| Lo all the age is rank with wrong | A |
| The nations kneel to monstrous might | B |
| And horrid cries that haunt the night | B |
| Have hushed the notes of happy song | A |
| Mankind the deepest truth has missed | C |
| The best emotions have grown dim | D |
| We praise the God that dwelt in Christ | E |
| But crucify the man in him | D |
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| Laws noble good and great at first | F |
| With plan perverted bind again | G |
| The regal rights of mind and men | G |
| And prove of tyrants far the worst | F |
| With blinded eyes is Nature made | H |
| And knows her constant purpose crossed | I |
| While crafty Jacob plies his trade | H |
| And Esau finds his blessing lost | I |
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| Earth yields her fruits in ample store | J |
| Her children all are heirs that trace | K |
| Their lineage through the royal race | K |
| And all her wealth is theirs and more | J |
| But one with cunning hand controls | L |
| The portions that his brothers fed | M |
| While thousands just and worthy souls | L |
| In aimless anguish cry for bread | M |
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| No royal blood by caste or creed | N |
| No pride of place no gild of gold | O |
| Can warm the weak accursed with cold | O |
| Or light the awful nights of need | N |
| Labor alone can blessings bring | P |
| To crown the brows of freedom's brave | Q |
| The toiler is the truest king | P |
| The idler is the only slave | Q |
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| But laugh O Labor dry thy tears | R |
| A better day is drawing nigh | S |
| Hope brightens all the somber sky | S |
| The golden age of Love is near | T |
| Behold But yonder stands a Star | U |
| The ancient lies are downward hurled | V |
| A man a child is greater far | U |
| Than all the wealth of all the world | V |
Freeman E. Miller
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