Men Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDFGFFHIJFFFKLLM NKOPQRFFSSTUSVWFFFFF XFS YSSZA2FFSYFB2SC2A2D2 E2F2TSG2SUFFYFFH2FI2 SFFD2FJ2FK2YKSC2YFK2 YSL2RSFKMSFC2M2F N2SSN2FYO2SY N2SZP2UFSSQ2K2NR2R2S FQ2SS2FFYST2FSTFSU2F SSYKFSSFA2SSFV2M2W2F FFFYFSFFSFFSSSFFFX2S S Y2SFYFW2X2Z2SFFYFC2Y YM2SA3W2FFN2SSSSFFSF FB2SB3SFSYFS FFC3SSSYFG2FFFD3YFSS YFSFFW2W2W2SUE3FSSSF SF3 YFFFFSFX2SFSFSG3FFFF FSFFYSFFSSFS H3FX2FX2X2FSFSMSX2FF FI3MFUH2M2FFMJ3FH2FD 3FF SX2R2X2SR2H2FSFYFM2F SYSM2 H2R2FFFM2M2FK3SX2V2Y SR2FMN2L3FSFFFH2SF YH2FFSF YFFFFFFFN2FSFSFFSFFF FSM3FN2 FA2SFFX2A2FSJ3SC2SN3 SFFSFFFF FSSH2SSYFFA2FFFFFFX2 SYC2 SFFSFSO3FA3S X2FFF3FSFSMUYSSSSYSS SYFO3FA2SSFX2FFFFSYS SFSSFFSSA2FSFE2M2SH2 FSFA3ZX2S SFFFYFFYV2A2FFFFFSE3 YSFYQ2Y N2SX2F SFX2S| Man is a creature of a thousand whims | A |
| The slave of hope and fear and circumstance | B |
| Through toil and martyrdom a million years | C |
| Struggling and groping upward from the brute | D |
| And ever dragging still the brutish chains | E |
| And ever slipping backward to the brute | D |
| Shall he not break the galling brazen bonds | F |
| That bind him writhing on the wheel of fate | G |
| Long ages groveling with his brother brutes | F |
| He plucked the tree of knowledge and uprose | F |
| And walked erect a god but died the death | H |
| For knowledge brings but sadness and unrest | I |
| Forever insatiate longing and regret | J |
| Behold the brute's unerring instinct guides | F |
| True as the pole star while man's reason leads | F |
| How oft to quicksands and the hidden reefs | F |
| Contented brute his daily wants how few | K |
| And these by Nature's mother hand supplied | L |
| Man's wants unnumbered and unsatisfied | L |
| And multiplied at every onward step | M |
| Insatiate as the cavernous maw of time | N |
| His real wants how simple and how few | K |
| Behold the kine in yonder pasture field | O |
| Cropping the clover or in rest reclined | P |
| Chewing meek eyed the cud of sweet content | Q |
| Ambition plagues them not nor hope nor fear | R |
| No demons fright them and no cruel creeds | F |
| No pangs of disappointment or remorse | F |
| See man the picture of perpetual want | S |
| The prototype of all disquietude | S |
| Full of trouble yet ever seeking more | T |
| Between the upper and the nether stone | U |
| Ground and forever in the mill of fate | S |
| Nature and art combine to clothe his form | V |
| To feed his fancy and to fill his maw | W |
| And yet the more they give the more he craves | F |
| Give him the gold of Ophir still he delves | F |
| Give him the land and he demands the sea | F |
| Give him the earth he reaches for the stars | F |
| Doomed by his fate to scorn the good he has | F |
| And grasp at fancied good beyond his reach | X |
| He seeks for silver in the distant hills | F |
| While in the sand gold glitters at his feet | S |
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| O man thy wisdom is but folly still | Y |
| Wiser the brute and full of sweet content | S |
| The wit and wisdom of five thousand years What | S |
| are they but the husks we feed upon | Z |
| While beast and bird devour the golden grain | A2 |
| Lo for the brutes dame Nature sows and tills | F |
| For them the Tuba tree of Paradise | F |
| Bends with its bounties free and manifold | S |
| For them the fabled fountain Salsabil | Y |
| Gushes pure wine that sparkles as it runs | F |
| And fair Al Cawthar flows with creamy milk | B2 |
| But man forever doomed to toil and sweat | S |
| Digs the hard earth and casts his seeds therein | C2 |
| And hopes the harvest how oft he hopes in vain | A2 |
| Weeds choke winds blast and myriad pests devour | D2 |
| The hot sun withers and the floods destroy | E2 |
| Unceasing labor vigilance and care | F2 |
| Reward him here and there with bounteous store | T |
| Had man the blessed wisdom of content | S |
| Happy were he as wise Horatius sung | G2 |
| To whom God gives enough with sparing hand | S |
| Of all the crops by sighing mortals sown | U |
| And watered with man's sweat and woman's tears | F |
| There is but only one that never fails | F |
| In drouth or flood on fat or flinty soil | Y |
| On Nilus' banks or Scandia's stony hills | F |
| The plenteous never stinted crop of fools | F |
| So hath it been since erst aspiring man | H2 |
| Broke from the brute and plucked the fatal tree | F |
| And will be till eternity grows gray | I2 |
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| Princes and parasites comprise mankind | S |
| To one wise prince a million parasites | F |
| The most uncommon thing is common sense | F |
| A truly wise man is a freak of nature | D2 |
| The herd are parasites of parasites | F |
| That blindly follow priest or demagogue | J2 |
| Himself blind leader of the blind The wise | F |
| Weigh words but by the yard fools measure them | K2 |
| The wise beginneth at the end the fool | Y |
| Ends at the beginning or begins anew | K |
| Aye every ditch is full of after wit | S |
| Folly sows broad cast Wisdom gathers in | C2 |
| And so the wise man fattens on the fool | Y |
| And from the follies of the foolish learns | F |
| Wisdom to guide himself and bridle them | K2 |
| To morrow I made my fortune cries the fool | Y |
| To day I'll spend it Thus will Folly eat | S |
| His chicken ere the hen hath laid the egg | L2 |
| So Folly blossoms with promises all the year | R |
| Promises that bud and blossom but to blast | S |
| All men are fools said Socrates the wise | F |
| And in the broader sense I grant it true | K |
| For even Socrates had his Xanthipp' | M |
| Whose head is wise oft hath a foolish heart | S |
| The wisest has more follies than he needs | F |
| Wisdom and madness too are near akin | C2 |
| The marrow maddening canker worm of love | M2 |
| Feeds on the brains of wise men as on fools' | F |
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| The wise man gathers wisdom from all men | N2 |
| As bees their honey hive from plant and weed | S |
| Yea from the varied history of the world | S |
| From the experience of all times all men | N2 |
| The wise man learneth wisdom Folly learns | F |
| From his own bruises if he learns at all | Y |
| The fool born wise what need hath he to learn | O2 |
| He needs but gabble wisdom to the world | S |
| Grill him on a gridiron and he gabbles still | Y |
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| Wise men there are wise in the eyes of men | N2 |
| Who cram their hollow heads with ancient wit | S |
| Cackled in Carthage babbled in Babylon | Z |
| Gabbled in Greece and riddled in old Rome | P2 |
| And never coin a farthing of their own | U |
| Wise men there are for owls are counted wise | F |
| Who love to leave the lamp lit paths behind | S |
| And chase the shapeless shadow of a doubt | S |
| Too wise to learn too wise to see the truth | Q2 |
| E'en though it glow and sparkle like a gem | K2 |
| On God's outstretched forefinger for all time | N |
| These have one argument and only one | R2 |
| For good or evil earth or jeweled heaven | R2 |
| The olden owlish argument of doubt | S |
| Ah he alone is wise who ever stands | F |
| Armed cap a pie with God's eternal truth | Q2 |
| Where Grex is Rex God help the hapless land | S |
| The yelping curs that bay the rising moon | S2 |
| Are not more clamorous and the fitful winds | F |
| Not more inconstant List the croaking frogs | F |
| That raise their heads in fen or stagnant pool | Y |
| Shouting at eve their wisdom from the mud | S |
| Beside the braying bleating bellowing mob | T2 |
| Their jarring discords are sweet harmony | F |
| The headless herd are but a noise of wind | S |
| Sometimes alas the wild tornado's roar | T |
| As full of freaks as curs are full of fleas | F |
| Like gnats they swarm like flies they buzz and breed | S |
| Thought works in silence Wisdom stops to think | U2 |
| No ass so obstinate as ignorance | F |
| Oft as they seize the ship of state behold | S |
| Overboard goes all ballast and they crowd | S |
| To blast or breeze or hurricane full sail | Y |
| Each dunce a pilot and a captain too | K |
| How often cross eyed Justice hits amiss | F |
| Doomed by Athenian mobs to banishment | S |
| See Aristides leave the land he saved | S |
| Wisdom his fault and justice his offense | F |
| See Caesar crowned a god and Tully slain | A2 |
| See Paris red with riot and noble blood | S |
| A king beheaded and a monster throned | S |
| King Drone flat fool that weather cocked all winds | F |
| Gulped gall and vinegar and smacked it wine | V2 |
| Wig wagged his way from gilded Oeil de Boeuf | M2 |
| Through mob and maelstrom to the guillotine | W2 |
| Chateaus up blazing torch the doom of France | F |
| While human wolves howl ruin round their walls | F |
| Contention hisses from a million mouths | F |
| And from ten thousand muttering craters smokes | F |
| The smell of sulphur Gaul becomes a ghoul | Y |
| While Parlez Tous in hot palaver holds | F |
| Hubbub ad Bedlam Pandemonium thriced | S |
| There voices drowning voice with frantic cries | F |
| Discord demented flaps her ruffled wings | F |
| And shrieks delirium to her screeching brood | S |
| Sneer lipped hawk eyed wolf tongued oraculars | F |
| Wise wigs Girondins frothing Jacobins | F |
| Reason to madness run tongues venom tanged | S |
| Howl chaos all with one united throat | S |
| Maelstrom of madness lazar howled hag shrilled | S |
| Quack quackles quack all doctors disagree | F |
| While Doctor Guillotine's huge scalpel heads | F |
| Hell dogs beheading helpless innocents | F |
| The very babes bark rabies Journalism | X2 |
| Moon mad green eyed hound scented lupus tongued | S |
| On howls the pack and smells her bread in blood | S |
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| O Tempus ferax insanorum Heu | Y2 |
| Physicked with metaphysics pamphleteered | S |
| Into paroxysms bruited into brutes | F |
| And metamorphosed into murder lo | Y |
| Men lapse to savagery and turn to beasts | F |
| Hell broth hag boiled a mad Theroigne is queen | W2 |
| Mounts to the brazen throne of Harlotdom | X2 |
| Queen of the cursed and flares her cannon torch | Z2 |
| Watch wolves lean jawed fore smelling feast of blood | S |
| In packs on Paris howl from farthest France | F |
| Discord demented bursts the bounds of Dis | F |
| Mad Murder raves and Horror holds her hell | Y |
| Hades up heaves her whelps In human forms | F |
| Up flare the Furies serpent haired and grin | C2 |
| Horrid with bloody jaws Scaled reptiles crawl | Y |
| From slum and sewer slimy coil on coil | Y |
| Danton dark beast that builded for himself | M2 |
| A monument of quicksand limed with blood | S |
| Horse leech Marat blear eyed vile vulture born | A3 |
| Fair Charlotte's dagger robbed the guillotine | W2 |
| Black biled green visaged traitorous Robespierre | F |
| That buzzard beaked hawk taloned octopus | F |
| Who played with pale poltroonery of men | N2 |
| And drank the cup of flattery till he reeled | S |
| Hell's pope uncrowned immortal for a day | S |
| Tinville relentless dog of murder plot | S |
| Doom judge whose trembling victims were foredoomed | S |
| Maillard who sucked his milk from Murder's dugs | F |
| Twin whelp to Theroigne captain of the hags | F |
| Jourdan red grizzled mule son blotched with blood | S |
| Headsman forever famous infamous | F |
| Keen hag whelped journalist Camille Desmoulins | F |
| Who with a hundred other of his ilk | B2 |
| Hissed on the hounds and smeared his bread with blood | S |
| Lebon man fiend that vampire ghoul who drank | B3 |
| Hot blood of headless victims and compelled | S |
| Mothers to view the murder of their babes | F |
| At whose red guillotine in Arras raised | S |
| The pipe and fiddle played at every fall | Y |
| Of ghastly head the ribald Ca Ira | F |
| And fiends unnamed and nameless brutes untaled | S |
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| Petticoat patriots sans bas and Sans culottes | F |
| Rampant in rags and hunger toothed uproar | F |
| Paris the proud With Jacobin clubs they club | C3 |
| The head of France till all her brains are out | S |
| Hired murder hunts in packs Men murder mad | S |
| Slay for the love of murder Gloomy night | S |
| Hiding her stars lest they in pity fall | Y |
| Beholds a thousand guiltless trembling souls | F |
| Men women children forth from prisons flung | G2 |
| In flare of torch and glare of demon eyes | F |
| Among the howling wolves and lazar hags | F |
| Crying for mercy where no mercy is | F |
| Hewed down in heaps by bloody ax and pike | D3 |
| From their grim battlements the imps of hell | Y |
| Indignant hissed and damped their fires with tears | F |
| And Manhood from the watch towers of the world | S |
| Cried in the name of Human Nature Hold | S |
| As well the drifting snail might strive to still | Y |
| The volcan heaved storm struck moon maddened sea | F |
| Blood frenzied beasts demand their feast of blood | S |
| Liberty Equality Fraternity the cry | F |
| Of blood hounds baying on the track of babes | F |
| Queen innocent beheaded mother queen | W2 |
| And queenly Roland Nature's queenly queen | W2 |
| Aye at the foot of bloody guillotine | W2 |
| She stood a heroine before her loomed | S |
| The Goddess of Liberty in statue stone | U |
| Queen Roland saw and spake the words that ring | E3 |
| Along the centuries O Liberty | F |
| What crimes are committed in thy name and died | S |
| And when the headsman raised her severed head | S |
| To hell dogs shouting Vive la Liberte | S |
| Godlike disdain still sparkled in her eyes | F |
| Grim Hell herself in pity stood aghast | S |
| Clanged shut her doors and stopped her ears with pitch | F3 |
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| See the wise ruler father of Brazil | Y |
| Who struck the shackles from a million slaves | F |
| Whose reign was peace and love and gentleness | F |
| Despoiled and driven from the land he loves | F |
| See jealous Labor strike the hand that feeds | F |
| And burn the mills that grind his daily bread | S |
| Yea in blind rage denounce the very laws | F |
| That shield his home from Europe's pauperdom | X2 |
| See the grieved farmer raise his horny hand | S |
| And splutter garlic Hear the demagogues | F |
| Fist maul the wind and weather cock the crowd | S |
| With brazen foreheads full of empty noise | F |
| Out bellowing the bulls of Bashan and behold | S |
| Shrill wrinkled Amazons in high harangue | G3 |
| Stamp their flat feet and gnash their toothless gums | F |
| And flaunt their petticoat flag of Liberty | F |
| Hear the old bandogs of the Daily Press | F |
| Chained to their party posts or fetter free | F |
| And running amuck against old party creeds | F |
| On howl their packs and glory in the fight | S |
| See mangy curs whose editorial ears | F |
| Prick to all winds to catch the popular breeze | F |
| Slang whanging yelp and froth and snap and snarl | Y |
| And sniff the gutters for their daily food | S |
| And these are they our prophets and our priests | F |
| Hurra Hurra Hurra for Liberty | F |
| Flaunt the red flag and flutter the petticoat | S |
| Ran tan the drums and let the bugles bray | S |
| The eagle scream and sixty million throats | F |
| Sing Yankee doodle Yankee doodle doo | S |
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| The state is sick and every fool a quack | H3 |
| Running with pills and plasters and sure cures | F |
| And every pill and package labelled Ism | X2 |
| See Liberty run mad and Anarchy | F |
| Bearing the torch the dagger and the bomb | X2 |
| Red mouthed run riot in her sacred name | X2 |
| Hear mobs of idlers cry Equality | F |
| Let all men share alike divide divide | S |
| Butting their heads against the granite rocks | F |
| Of Nature and the eternal laws of God | S |
| Pull down the toiler lift the idler up | M |
| Despoil the frugal crown the negligent | S |
| Offer rewards to idleness and crime | X2 |
| And pay a premium for improvidence | F |
| Fools can your wolfish cries repeal the laws | F |
| Of God engraven on the granite hills | F |
| Written in every Wrinkle of the earth | I3 |
| On every plain on every mountain top | M |
| Nay blazened o'er all the boundless Universe | F |
| On every jewel that sparkles on God's throne | U |
| And can ye rectify God's mighty plan | H2 |
| O pygmies can ye measure God himself | M2 |
| Aye would ye measure God's almighty power | F |
| Go crack Earth's bones and heave the granite hills | F |
| Measure the ocean in a drinking cup | M |
| Measure Eternity by the town clock | J3 |
| Nay with a yard stick measure the Universe | F |
| Measure for measure Measure God by man | H2 |
| Fools to the midmost marrow of your bones | F |
| O buzzing flies and gnats Ye cannot strike | D3 |
| One little atom from God's Universe | F |
| Or warp the laws of Nature by a hair | F |
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| His loving eye sees through all evil good | S |
| Man's life is but a breath but lo with Him | X2 |
| To day to morrow yesterday are one | R2 |
| One in the cycle of eternal time | X2 |
| That hath beginning none nor any end | S |
| The Earth revolving round her sire the Sun | R2 |
| Measures the flying year of mortal man | H2 |
| But who shall measure God's eternal year | F |
| The unbegotten everlasting God | S |
| Unmade eternal all pervading power | F |
| Center and source of all things high and low | Y |
| Maker and master of the Universe | F |
| Ah nay the mighty Universe itself | M2 |
| All things in nature bear God's signature | F |
| So plainly writ that he who runs may read | S |
| We know not what life is how may we know | Y |
| Death what it is or what may lie beyond | S |
| Whoso forgets his God forgets himself | M2 |
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| Let me not blindly judge my brother man | H2 |
| There is but one just judge there is but one | R2 |
| Who knows the hearts of men Him let us praise | F |
| Not with blind prayer or idle sounding psalms | F |
| But let us daily in our daily works | F |
| Praise God by righteous deeds and brother love | M2 |
| Go forth into the forest and observe | M2 |
| For men believe their eyes and doubt their ears | F |
| The creeping vine the shrub the lowly bush | K3 |
| The dwarfed and stunted trees the bent and bowed | S |
| And here and there a lordly oak or elm | X2 |
| And o'er them all a tall and princely pine | V2 |
| All struggle upward but the many fail | Y |
| The low dwarfed by the shadows of the great | S |
| The stronger basking in the genial sun | R2 |
| Observe the myriad fishes of the seas | F |
| The mammoths and the minnows of the deep | M |
| Behold the eagle and the little wren | N2 |
| The condor on his cliff the pigeon hawk | L3 |
| The teal the coot the broad winged albatross | F |
| Turn to the beasts in forest and in field | S |
| The lion the lynx the mammoth and the mouse | F |
| The sheep the goat the bullock and the horse | F |
| The fierce gorillas and the chattering apes | F |
| Progenitors and prototypes of man | H2 |
| Not only differences in genera find | S |
| But grades in every kind and every class | F |
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| I would not doom to serfdom or to toil | Y |
| One race one caste one class or any man | H2 |
| Give every honest man an honest chance | F |
| Protect alike the rich man and the poor | F |
| Let not the toiler live upon a crust | S |
| While Croesus' bread is buttered on both sides | F |
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| O people's king and shepherd throned Law | Y |
| Strike down the monsters of Monopoly | F |
| Lift up thy club O mighty Hercules | F |
| Behold thy Labors yet unfinished are | F |
| Tear off thy Nessus shirt and bare thine arms | F |
| The Numean lion fattens on our flocks | F |
| The Lernean Hydra coils around our farms | F |
| Our towns our mills our mines our factories | F |
| The triple monster Geryon lives again | N2 |
| Grown quadruple and over all our plains | F |
| And thousand hills his fattening oxen feed | S |
| Stymphalean buzzards ravage round our fields | F |
| The Augean stables reeking stench the land | S |
| The hundred headed monster Cerberus | F |
| That throttled Greece and ravaged hapless France | F |
| Hath broke from hell and howls for human blood | S |
| Lift up thy knotted club O Hercules | F |
| Strike swift and sure crush down the Hydra's heads | F |
| Throttle the Numean lion strike nor spare | F |
| The monster Geryon or the buzzard beaks | F |
| Clean the Augean stables if thou can'st | S |
| But hurl the hundred headed monster down | M3 |
| Headlong to Hades chain him make thee sure | F |
| He shall not burst the bonds of hell again | N2 |
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| To you O chosen makers of the laws | F |
| The nation looks and shall it look in vain | A2 |
| Will ye sit idle or in idle wind | S |
| Blow out your zeal and crack your party whips | F |
| Or drivel dotage while the crisis cries | F |
| While all around the dark horizon loom | X2 |
| Clouds thunder capped that bode a hurricane | A2 |
| Sleep ye as slept the Notables of France | F |
| While under them an hundred AEtnas hissed | S |
| And spluttered sulphur gathering for the shock | J3 |
| Be ye our Hercules and Lynceus eyed | S |
| Still ye the storm or ere the storm begin | C2 |
| Ere Liberty take Justice by the throat | S |
| And run moon mad a Malay murder muck | N3 |
| Throttle the Trusts and crush the coils combined | S |
| That crack our bones and fatten on our fields | F |
| Strike down the hissing heads of Anarchy | F |
| Strike swift and hard nor parley with the fiend | S |
| Mothered of hell and father of all fiends | F |
| Fell monster with an hundred bloody mouths | F |
| And every mouth an hundred hissing tongues | F |
| And every tongue drips venom from his fangs | F |
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| Protect the toiling millions by just laws | F |
| Let honest labor find its sure reward | S |
| Let willing hands find work and honest bread | S |
| So frame the laws that every honest man | H2 |
| May find his home protected and his craft | S |
| Let Liberty and Order walk hand in hand | S |
| With Justice happy Trio let them rule | Y |
| Put up the bars bar out the pauper swarms | F |
| Alike from Asia's huts and Europe's hives | F |
| Let charity begin at home In vain | A2 |
| Will we bar out the swarms from Europe's hives | F |
| And Asia's countless lepers if our ports | F |
| Are free to all the products of their hands | F |
| Put up the bars bar out the pauper hordes | F |
| Bar out their products that compete with ours | F |
| Give honest toil at home an honest chance | F |
| Build up our own and keep our coin at home | X2 |
| In vain our mines pour forth their wealth of gold | S |
| And silver if by every ship it sail | Y |
| For London Paris Birmingham or Berlin | C2 |
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| We have been prodigal The days are past | S |
| When virgin acres wanted willing hands | F |
| When fertile empires lay in wilderness | F |
| Waiting the teeming millions of the world | S |
| Lo where the Indian and the bison roamed Lords | F |
| of the prairies boundless as the sea But | S |
| twenty years ago behold the change | O3 |
| Homesteads and hamlets flocks and lowing herds | F |
| Railways and cities miles of rustling corn | A3 |
| And leagues on leagues of waving fields of gold | S |
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| Let wise men teach and honest men proclaim | X2 |
| The mutual dependence of the rich and poor | F |
| For if the wealthy profit by the poor | F |
| The poor man profits ever by the rich | F3 |
| Wealth builds our churches and our colleges | F |
| Wealth builds the mills that grind the million's bread | S |
| Wealth builds the factories that clothe the poor | F |
| Wealth builds the railways and the million ride | S |
| God hath so willed the toiling millions reap | M |
| The golden harvest that the rich have sown | U |
| Six feet of earth make all men even lo | Y |
| The toilers are the rich man's heirs at last | S |
| But there be men would grumble at their lot | S |
| Even if it were a corner lot on Broadway | S |
| We stand upon the shoulders of the past | S |
| Who knoweth not the past how may he know | Y |
| The folly or the wisdom of to day | S |
| For by comparison we weigh the good | S |
| And by comparison all evil weigh | S |
| What can we reason but from what we know | Y |
| Let honest men look back an hundred years | F |
| Nay fifty and behold the wondrous change | O3 |
| Where wooden tubs like sluggards sailed the sea | F |
| Steam ships of steel like greyhounds course the main | A2 |
| Where lumbering coach and wain and wagon toiled | S |
| Through mud and mire and rut and rugged way | S |
| The cushioned train a mile a minute flies | F |
| Then by slow coach the message went and came | X2 |
| But now by lightning bridled to man's use | F |
| We flash our silent thoughts from sea to sea | F |
| Nay under ocean's depths from shore to shore | F |
| And talk by telephone to distant ears | F |
| The dreams of yesterday are deeds to day | S |
| Our frugal mothers spun with tedious toil | Y |
| And wove the homespun cloth for all their fold | S |
| Their needles plied by weary fingers sewed | S |
| Behold the humming factory spins and weaves | F |
| The singing Singer sews with lightning speed | S |
| Our fathers sowed their little fields by hand | S |
| And reaped with bended sickles and bent backs | F |
| By hand they bound the sheaves of wheat and rye | F |
| With flails they threshed and winnowed in the wind | S |
| Now by machines we sow and reap and bind | S |
| By steam we thresh and sack the bounteous grain | A2 |
| These are but few of all the million ways | F |
| Whereby man's toil is lightened and he hath gained | S |
| Tenfold in comfort luxury and ease | F |
| For these and more the millions that enjoy | E2 |
| May thank the wise and wealthy few who gave | M2 |
| If the rich are richer the poor are richer too | S |
| A narrow demagogue I count the man | H2 |
| Who cries to day Progress and Poverty | F |
| As if a thousand added comforts made | S |
| The poor man poorer and his lot the worse | F |
| 'Tis but a new toot on the same old horn | A3 |
| That brayed in ancient Greece and Babylon | Z |
| And now amid the ruined walls of Rome | X2 |
| Lies buried fathoms deep in dead men's dust | S |
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| Progress and Poverty Man hast thou traced | S |
| The blood that throbs commingled in thy veins | F |
| Over thy shoulder hast thou cast a glance | F |
| On thine old Celtic Saxon Norman sires | F |
| Huddled in squalid huts on beds of straw | Y |
| Barefooted churls swine herding in the fens | F |
| Bare legged cowherds in their cow skin coats | F |
| Wearing the collars of their Thane or Eorl | Y |
| His serfs his slaves even as thy dog is thine | V2 |
| Harried by hunger pillaged ravaged slain | A2 |
| By Viking robbers and the warring Jarls | F |
| Oft glad like hunted swine to fill their maws | F |
| With herbs and acorns Progress and Poverty | F |
| The humblest laborer in our mills or mines | F |
| Is royal Thane beside those slavish churls | F |
| The frugal farmer in our land to day | S |
| Lives better than their kings himself a king | E3 |
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| Lo every age refutes old errors still | Y |
| And still begets new errors for the next | S |
| But all the creeds of politics or priests | F |
| Can't make one error truth one truth a lie | Y |
| There is no religion higher than the truth | Q2 |
| Men make the creeds but God ordains the law | Y |
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| Above all cant all arguments of men | N2 |
| Above all superstitions old or new | S |
| Above all creeds of every age and clime | X2 |
| Stands the eternal truth the creed of creeds | F |
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| Sweet is the lute to him who hath not heard | S |
| The prattle of his children at his knees | F |
| Ah he is rich indeed whose humble home | X2 |
| Contains a frugal wife and sweet content | S |
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