The Nation Builders Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEE FFGGHHIE JJKKCCIE LLMMNNOOEE PPQQRREE

A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intentA
A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continentB
Thirst and fever and famine drought and ruin and floodC
And the bones that bleach on the sandhill and the spears that redden with bloodC
And the pitiless might of the molten skies at noon on the sun cracked plainD
And the walls of the northern jungles shall front them ever in vainD
Till the land that lies like a giant asleep shall wake to the victory wonE
And the hearts of the Nation Builders shall know that the work is doneE
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To North on the seas of summer where the pearl flotillas swimF
To East where the axe is ringing in the heart of the ranges grimF
On the plains where the free wind bloweth by never a tree or shrubG
On the pine topped slopes where the settler carves a home in the tropic scrubG
On fields where the miner sleeps unstirred by the ceaseless monotoneH
And crash of the stampers night and day at work on the milk white stoneH
'Tis war and stress with never a pause to mourn for a stout heart goneI
Till the souls of the Nation Builders shall know that the work is doneE
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On the deck of the lonely light ship in the sand of the new found WestJ
Where strong men fall and die like sheep in the thirst of the golden questJ
By the dry stock routes by the burnt up creeks where the cattle sink and failK
By the coral reefs where the b ching boats swing on 'neath the sun tanned sailK
In the wild ravine where the searcher's gold is bought with his own heart's bloodC
In the dark of the drive where the miner's life goes out with the swirling floodC
'Tis war and stress with never a pause to mourn for a stout heart goneI
Till the lives of the Nation Builders have paid for the victory wonE
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In the glare and steam of the cities the thunder and chatter of wheelL
By the teeming wharves where the liners lie at rest on an even keelL
In the strife of a swelling commerce at the desk in the dull routineM
Where the soul of a man is warped and sunk to the soul of a mere machineM
In the flash of the wire to west and north in the hum of the restless streetN
In the pulse of the toiling press that beats all night in a fever heatN
Where the weary brain and the pen plod on 'neath the white electric lightO
Tho' we fail and fall still the fight goes on and ever our sons shall fightO
Till the land that lies like a giant asleep shall wake to the victory wonE
And the hearts of the Nation Builders shall know that the work is doneE
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We are but the hands of the Builder who toileth and frameth afarP
System and order and sequence sun and planet and starP
Faint sparks of a Mighty Genius a breath of the Over SoulQ
Who shapes the thought of the workers wherever his worlds may rollQ
On tho' we grope and blunder the trend of our aim is trueR
On there is death in dalliance whilst yet there is work to doR
Till the land that lies like a giant asleep shall wake to the victory wonE
And the eyes of the Master Worker shall see that the work is doneE

George Essex Evans



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