Auri Sacra Fames Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEDEAA FGFGHH IJKJHH LMLMHH NHNHOO PQPQCC RSRSAA BTBUSS VWVWRR HJHJCC| Now that the gods are dead where shall we find us a god | A |
| Myths of the Greek Olympus have sunk in the surge of Time | B |
| And Jehovah the God of Wrath who stayed the sun at His nod | A |
| And Jesus the Nazarene preaching a dream sublime | B |
| Worship and form may live practice and faith have fled | C |
| Where shall we find us a god now that the gods are dead | C |
| What of the Old exists but feels the touch of the New | D |
| Thousands of voices shout where is the voice that leads | E |
| Thro the wreathing mists of night will the grey of dawn be true | D |
| In the age of vague unrest strivings and shattered creeds | E |
| Where the children turn with scorn from the paths their fathers trod | A |
| Now that the gods are dead where shall we find us a god | A |
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| Gone are the mists of old in the light of the larger day | F |
| Gone is the foolish hope the trust in a Power above | G |
| Science has swept the heavens and brushed religion away | F |
| What need we hope or fear Warfare is clothed like Love | G |
| Priestcraft is but a trade souls can be bought and sold | H |
| Why should we seek for a god now that our god is Gold | H |
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| Great were the gods of eld a greater than all is near | I |
| Noblest of all the powers which ruled o er the soul of man | J |
| Centuries paved the way now the ideal is here | K |
| Product of all the aeons that rolled since the world began | J |
| Millions have toiled for this with sufferings manifold | H |
| This is the triumph of time the god of the world is Gold | H |
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| Worship before his feet and kneel in his holy place | L |
| For his altar is on the hearth and the rolling world is his throne | M |
| With the throb of a votary s pulse beats the heart of the human race | L |
| From the lips of the child at play sounds the creed we have called our own | M |
| Gather O sons of men but not like the men of old | H |
| Savages worshipped honour we have no god but Gold | H |
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| Gather O sons of men let us kneel at the sacred shrine | N |
| Beauty was won by deeds now it is bought and sold | H |
| Justice was deemed of God now it is scarce divine | N |
| Honour dearer than life what is honour to Gold | H |
| O daughters sisters and wives beauty was meant to sell | O |
| Let us call the blessing of Heaven on the marriages made in Hell | O |
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| Over the marriage chime and over the requiem s sigh | P |
| Into the peace of home enters the roar of the mart | Q |
| Barter whilst day be day ere night when no man may buy | P |
| Nothing too high or low in a world of culture and art | Q |
| This is the crowning age born of the centuries fled | C |
| Age of Sweetness and Light now that the gods are dead | C |
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| Souls of the mighty dead who lived and died for the right | R |
| Genius inspired of heaven to battle for human need | S |
| These are the days of the dawn the dawn of diviner light | R |
| When the child at its mother s breast is lisping the modern creed | S |
| If haply thine eyes may gaze on the paths which thy feet have trod | A |
| Behold in a godless age we have sought and found us a god | A |
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| Deep from a million throats rises the strain sublime | B |
| Justice is for the rich patience is for the poor | T |
| Wealth is the only good want is the only crime | B |
| Beauty is for the old if but the price be sure | U |
| Deep in the whole world s heart festers the curs d creed | S |
| Yea though the gods be dead we have found us a god indeed | S |
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| Better the clash of steel and the flag of battle unfurled | V |
| Better the roar of guns and death for the future s sake | W |
| Than that the curse of Gold should canker the heart of the world | V |
| Where is the voice of the leader When will the people wake | W |
| Nay let us fold our hands Madman what fool would blight | R |
| The star of an age whose Christ is Moloch the Ammonite | R |
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| Nay for the day draws near when all shall not worship Gold | H |
| Honour shall not be bought wealth shall not make the man | J |
| All have not turned away from the truths which were loved of old | H |
| All have not toiled in vain since the toil of the world began | J |
| All have not laid their souls at the feet of the idol red | C |
| Some have remembered God now that the gods are dead | C |
George Essex Evans
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