Gettysburg: A Battle Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Victors living with laureled brow | B |
| And you that sleep beneath the sward | C |
| Your song was poured from cannon throats | D |
| It rang in deep tongued bugle notes | D |
| Your triumph came you won your crown | E |
| The grandeur of a world's renown | E |
| But in our later lays | F |
| Full freighted with your praise | F |
| Fair memory harbors those whose lives laid down | E |
| In gallant faith and generous heat | G |
| Gained only sharp defeat | G |
| All are at peace who once so fiercely warred | G |
| Brother and brother now we chant a common chord | G |
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| II | A |
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| For if we say God wills | H |
| Shall we then idly deny Him | I |
| Care of each host in the fight | G |
| His thunder was here in the hills | H |
| When the guns were loud in July | A |
| And the flash of the musketry's light | G |
| Was sped by a ray from God's eye | A |
| In its good and its evil the scheme | J |
| Was framed with omnipotent hand | G |
| Though the battle of men was a dream | J |
| That they could but half understand | G |
| Can the purpose of God pass by him | I |
| Nay it was sure and was wrought | G |
| Under inscrutable powers | K |
| Bravely the two armies fought | G |
| And left the land that was greater than they still theirs and ours | K |
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| III | A |
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| Lucid pure and calm and blameless | L |
| Dawned on Gettysburg the day | G |
| That should make the spot once fameless | L |
| Known to nations far away | G |
| Birds were caroling and farmers | L |
| Gladdened o'er their garnered hay | G |
| When the clank of gathering armors | L |
| Broke the morning's peaceful sway | G |
| And the living lines of foemen | E |
| Drawn o'er pasture brook and hill | M |
| Formed in figures weird of omen | E |
| That should work with mystic will | M |
| Measures of a direful magic | N |
| Shattering maiming and should fill | M |
| Glades and gorges with a tragic | N |
| Madness of desire to kill | M |
| Skirmishers flung lightly forward | G |
| Moved like scythemen skilled to sweep | O |
| Westward o'er the field and nor'ward | G |
| Death's first harvest there to reap | O |
| You would say the soft white smoke puffs | L |
| Were but languid clouds asleep | O |
| Here on meadows there on oak bluffs | L |
| Fallen foam of Heaven's blue deep | O |
| Yet that blossom white outbreaking | N |
| Smoke wove soon a martyr's shroud | G |
| Reynolds fell with soul unquaking | N |
| Ardent eyed and open browed | G |
| Noble men in humbler raiment | G |
| Fell where shot their graves had plowed | G |
| Dying not for paltry payment | G |
| Proud of home of honor proud | G |
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| IV | - |
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| Mute Seminary there | P |
| Filled once with resonant hymn and prayer | P |
| How your meek walls and windows shuddered then | E |
| Though Doubleday stemmed the flood | G |
| McPherson's Wood and Willoughby's Run | E |
| Saw ere the set of sun | E |
| The light of the gospel of blood | G |
| And on the morrow again | E |
| Loud the unholy psalm of battle | Q |
| Burst from the tortured Devil's Den | E |
| In cries of men and musketry rattle | Q |
| Mixed with the helpless bellow of cattle | Q |
| Torn by artillery down in the glen | E |
| While hurtling through the branches | L |
| Of the orchard by the road | G |
| Where Sickles and Birney were walled with steel | R |
| Shot fiery avalanches | L |
| That shivered hope and made the sturdiest reel | R |
| Yet peach bloom bright as April saw | L |
| Blushed there anew in blood that flowed | G |
| O'er faces white with death dealt awe | S |
| And ruddy flowers of warfare grew | T |
| Though withering winds as of the desert blew | T |
| Far at the right while Ewell and Early | U |
| Plunging at Slocum and Wadsworth and Greene | E |
| Thundered in onslaught consummate and surly | U |
| Till trembling nightfall crept between | E |
| And whispered of rest from the heat of the whelming strife | - |
| But unto those forsaken of life | - |
| What has the night to say | G |
| Silent beneath the moony sky | N |
| Crushed in a costly dew they lie | N |
| Deaf to plaint or paean they | G |
| Freed from Earth's dull tyranny | U |
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| V | U |
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| Wordless the night wind funereal plumes of the tree tops swaying | N |
| Writhing and nodding anon at the beck of the unseen breeze | L |
| Yet its voice ever a murmur resumes as of multitudes praying | N |
| Liturgies lost in a moan like the mourning of far away seas | L |
| May then those spirits set free a celestial council obeying | N |
| Move in this rustling whisper here thro' the dark shaken trees | L |
| Souls that are voices alone to us now yet linger returning | N |
| Thrilled with a sweet reconcilement and fervid with speechless desire | V |
| Sundered in warfare immortal they meet now with wonder and yearning | N |
| Dwelling together united a rapt invisible choir | V |
| Hearken They wail for the living whose passion of battle yet burning | N |
| Sears and enfolds them in coils and consumes like a serpent of fire | V |
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| VI | N |
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| Men of New Hampshire Pennsylvanians | L |
| Maine men firm as the rock's rough ledge | W |
| Swift Mississippians lithe Carolinians | L |
| Bursting over the battle's edge | W |
| Bold Indiana men gallant Virginians | L |
| Jersey and Georgia legions clashing | N |
| Pick of Connecticut quick Vermonters | L |
| Louisianians madly dashing | N |
| And swooping still to fresh encounters | L |
| New York myriads whirlwind led | G |
| All your furious forces meeting | N |
| Torn entangled and shifting place | L |
| Blend like wings of eagles beating | N |
| Airy abysses in angry embrace | L |
| Here in the midmost struggle combining | N |
| Flags immingled and weapons crossed | G |
| Still in union your States troop shining | N |
| Never a star from the lustre is lost | G |
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| VII | N |
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| Once more the sun deploys his rays | L |
| Third in the trilogy of battle days | L |
| The awful Friday comes | L |
| A day of dread | G |
| That should have moved with slow averted head | G |
| And muffled feet | G |
| Knowing what streams of pure blood shed | G |
| What broken hearts and wounded lives must meet | G |
| Its pitiless tread | G |
| At dawn like monster mastiffs baying | N |
| Federal cannon with a din affraying | N |
| Roused the old Stonewall brigade | G |
| That eagerly and undismayed | G |
| Charged amain to be repelled | G |
| After four hours' bitter fighting | N |
| Forth and back with bayonets biting | N |
| Where in after years the wood | G |
| Flayed and bullet riddled stood | G |
| A presence ghostly grim and stark | N |
| With trees all withered wasted gray | G |
| The place of combat night and day | G |
| Like marshaled skeletons to mark | N |
| Anon a lull the troops are spelled | G |
| No sound of guns or drums | L |
| Disturbs the air | P |
| Only the insect chorus faintly hums | L |
| Chirping around the patient sleepless dead | G |
| Scattered or fallen in heaps all wildly spread | G |
| Forgotten fragments left in hurried flight | G |
| Forms that a few hours since were human creatures | L |
| Now blasted of their features | L |
| Or stamped with blank despair | P |
| Or with dumb faces smiling as for gladness | L |
| Though stricken by utter blight | G |
| Of motionless inert and hopeless sadness | L |
| Fear you the naked horrors of a war | X |
| Then cherish peace and take up arms no more | X |
| For if you fight you must | G |
| Behold your brothers' dust | G |
| Unpityingly ground down | E |
| And mixed with blood and powder | V |
| To write the annals of renown | E |
| That make a nation prouder | V |
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| VIII | N |
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| All is quiet till one o'clock | N |
| Then the hundred and fifty guns | L |
| Metal loaded with metal in tons | L |
| Massed by Lee send out their shock | N |
| And with a movement magnificent | G |
| Pickett the golden haired leader | V |
| Thousands and thousands flings onward as if he sent | G |
| Merely a meek interceder | V |
| Steadily sure his division advances | L |
| Gay as the light on its weapons that dances | L |
| Agonized screams of the shell | Y |
| The doom that it carries foretell | Y |
| Rifle balls whistle like sea birds singing | N |
| Limbs are severed and souls set winging | N |
| Yet Pickett's warriors never waver | V |
| Show me in all the world anything braver | V |
| Than the bold sweep of his fearless battalions | L |
| Three half miles over ground unsheltered | G |
| Up to the cannon where regiments weltered | G |
| Prone in the batteries' blast that raked | G |
| Swaths of men and flame tongued drank | N |
| Their blood with eager thirst unslaked | G |
| Armistead Kemper and Pettigrew | V |
| Rush on the Union men rank against rank | N |
| Planting their battle flags high on the crest | G |
| Pause not the soldiers nor dream they of rest | G |
| Till they fall with their enemy's guns at the breast | G |
| And the shriek in their ears of the wounded artillery stallions | L |
| So Pickett charged a man indued | G |
| With knightly power to lead a multitude | G |
| And bring to fame the scarred surviving few | V |
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| IX | L |
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| In vain the mighty endeavor | V |
| In vain the immortal valor | V |
| In vain the insurgent life outpoured | G |
| Faltered the column spent with shot and sword | G |
| Its bright hope blanched with sudden pallor | V |
| While Hancock's trefoil bloomed in triple fame | Z |
| He chose the field he saved the second day | G |
| And honoring here his glorious name | Z |
| Again his phalanx held victorious sway | G |
| Meade's line stood firm and volley on volley roared | G |
| Triumphant Union soon to be restored | G |
| Strong to defy all foes and fears forever | V |
| The Ridge was wreathed with angry fire | V |
| As flames rise round a martyr's stake | N |
| For many a hero on that pyre | V |
| Was offered for our dear land's sake | N |
| What time in heaven the gray clouds flew | V |
| To mingle with the deathless blue | V |
| While here below the blue and gray | G |
| Melted minglingly away | G |
| Mirroring heaven to make another day | G |
| And we who are Americans we pray | G |
| The splendor of strength that Gettysburg knew | V |
| May light the long generations with glorious ray | G |
| And keep us undyingly true | V |
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| X | L |
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| Dear are the dead we weep for | V |
| Dear are the strong hearts broken | E |
| Proudly their memory we keep for | V |
| Our help and hope a token | E |
| Of sacred thought too deep for | V |
| Words that leave it unspoken | E |
| All that we know of fairest | G |
| All that we have of meetest | G |
| Here we lay down for the rarest | G |
| Doers whose souls rose fleetest | G |
| And in their homes of air rest | G |
| Ranked with the truest and sweetest | G |
| Days with fiery hearted bold advances | L |
| Nights in dim and shadowy swift retreat | G |
| Rains that rush with bright embattled lances | L |
| Thunder booming round your stirless feet | G |
| Winds that set the orchard with sweet fancies | L |
| All abloom or ripple the ripening wheat | G |
| Moonlight starlight on your mute graves falling | N |
| Dew distilled as tears unbidden flow | A2 |
| Dust of drought in drifts and layers crawling | N |
| Lulling dreams of softly whispering snow | A2 |
| Happy birds from leafy coverts calling | N |
| These go on yet none of these you know | A2 |
| Hearing not our human voices | L |
| Speaking to you all in vain | E |
| Nor the psalm of a land that rejoices | L |
| Ringing from churches and cities and foundries a mighty refrain | E |
| But we and the sun and the birds and the breezes that blow | A2 |
| When tempests are striving and lightnings of heaven are spent | G |
| With one consent | G |
| Make unto them | B2 |
| Who died for us eternal requiem | C2 |
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| XI | L |
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| Lovely to look on O South | D2 |
| No longer stately scornful | Q |
| But beautiful still in pride | G |
| Our hearts go out to you as toward a bride | G |
| Garmented soft in white | G |
| Haughty and yet how love imbuing and tender | V |
| You stand before us with your gently mournful | Q |
| Memory haunted eyes and flower like mouth | D2 |
| Where clinging thoughts as bees a cluster | V |
| Murmur through the leafy gloom | E2 |
| Musical in monotone | E |
| Whisper sadly Yet a lustre | V |
| As of glowing gold gray light | G |
| Shines upon the orient bloom | E2 |
| Sweet with orange blossoms thrown | E |
| Round the jasmine starred deep night | G |
| Crowning with dark hair your brow | V |
| Ruthless once we came to slay | G |
| And you met us then with hate | G |
| Rough was the wooing of war we won you | V |
| Won you at last though late | G |
| Dear South to day | G |
| As our country's altar made us | L |
| One forever so we vow | V |
| Unto yours our love to render | V |
| Strength with strength we here endow | V |
| And we make your honor ours | L |
| Happiness and hope shall sun you | V |
| All the wiles that half betrayed us | L |
| Vanish from us like spent showers | L |
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| XII | L |
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| Two hostile bullets in mid air | V |
| Together shocked | G |
| And swift were locked | G |
| Forever in a firm embrace | L |
| Then let us men have so much grace | L |
| To take the bullets' place | L |
| And learn that we are held | G |
| By laws that weld | G |
| Our hearts together | V |
| As once we battled hand to hand | G |
| So hand in hand to day we stand | G |
| Sworn to each other | V |
| Brother and brother | V |
| In storm and mist or calm translucent weather | V |
| And Gettysburg's guns with their death giving roar | V |
| Echoed from ocean to ocean shall pour | V |
| Quickening life to the nation's core | V |
| Filling our minds again | E |
| With the spirit of those who wrought in the | F2 |
| Field of the Flower of Men | E |
George Parsons Lathrop
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