The Hymn Of The Socialists Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEFG HHII JJKK IIII EEJJ| By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common stye | A |
| In the city s offal holes where the dregs of its horrors lie | B |
| By the prayers that bubble out but never ascend to God | C |
| We swear the tyrants of earth to rout with tongue and with pen and sword | D |
| By the child that sees the light where the pestilent air stagnates | E |
| By the woman worn and white who under the street lamp waits | E |
| By the horror of vice that thrives in the dens of the wretched poor | F |
| We swear to strike when the time arrives for all that is good and pure | G |
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| By the rights that were always ours the rights that we ne er enjoyed | H |
| And the gloomy cloud that lowers on the brow of the unemployed | H |
| By the struggling mothers and wives by girls in the streets of sin | I |
| We swear to strike when the time arrives for our kind and our kith and kin | I |
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| By our burning hate for men who rob us of ours by might | J |
| And drive to the slum and den the poor from the sun and light | J |
| By the hell born greed that drives our sons o er the world to roam | K |
| We swear to strike when the time arrives and strike for our friends and home | K |
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| By the little of manhood left in a world of want and sin | I |
| By the rift in the dark cloud s brow where the light still struggles in | I |
| By the love that scarce survives in a stream that is sluggish and thin | I |
| We swear to work till the time arrives for ourselves and our kind and kin | I |
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| The little of love may dry in its stream that scarcely flows | E |
| The little of manhood die and the rift in the dark clouds close | E |
| And hope may vanish from earth and all that is pure and bright | J |
| But we swear to strike eer that time has birth with the whole of our gathered might | J |
Henry Lawson
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