The New Freethinker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLLMMNBOOGGPPQQRRBB GGSSBBTTGGUUBB| John Grubby who was short and stout | A |
| And troubled with religious doubt | A |
| Refused about the age of three | B |
| To sit upon the curate's knee | B |
| For so the eternal strife must rage | C |
| Between the spirit of the age | C |
| And Dogma which as is well known | D |
| Does simply hate to be outgrown | D |
| Grubby the young idea that shoots | E |
| Outgrew the ages like old boots | E |
| While still to all appearance small | F |
| Would have no Miracles at all | F |
| And just before the age of ten | G |
| Firmly refused Free Will to men | G |
| The altars reeled the heavens shook | H |
| Just as he read of in the book | H |
| Flung from his house went forth the youth | I |
| Alone with tempests and the Truth | I |
| Up to the distant city and dim | J |
| Where his papa had bought for him | J |
| A partnership in Chepe and Deer | K |
| Worth say twelve hundred pounds a year | K |
| But he was resolute Lord Brute | L |
| Had found him useful and Lord Loot | L |
| With whom few other men would act | M |
| Valued his promptitude and tact | M |
| Never did even philanthrophy | N |
| Enrich a man more rapidly | B |
| 'Twas he that stopped the Strike in Coal | O |
| For hungry children racked his soul | O |
| To end their misery there and then | G |
| He filled the mines with Chinamen | G |
| Sat in that House that broke the Kings | P |
| And voted for all sorts of things | P |
| And rose from Under Sec to Sec | Q |
| With scarce a murmur or a check | Q |
| Some grumbled Growlers who gave less | R |
| Than generous worship to success | R |
| The little printers in Dundee | B |
| Who got ten years for blasphemy | B |
| Although he let them off with seven | G |
| Respect him rather less than heaven | G |
| No matter This can still be said | S |
| Never to supernatural dread | S |
| Never to unseen deity | B |
| Did Sir John Grubby bend the knee | B |
| Nor was he bribed by fabled bliss | T |
| To kneel to any world but this | T |
| The curate lives in Camden Town | G |
| His lap still empty of renown | G |
| And still across the waste of years | U |
| John Grubby in the House of Peers | U |
| Faces that curate proud and free | B |
| And never sits upon his knee | B |
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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