A Nation's Test Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IA
A NATION'S greatness lies in men not acresB
One master mind is worth a million handsC
No royal robes have marked the planet shakersB
But Samson strength to burst the ages' bandsC
The might of empire gives no crown supernalD
Athens is here but where is MacedonE
A dozen lives make Greece and Rome eternalD
And England's fame might safely rest on oneE
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Here test and text are drawn from Nature's preachingF
Afric and Asia half the rounded earthG
In teeming lives the solemn truth are teachingF
That insect millions may have human birthG
Sun kissed and fruitful every clod is breedingF
A petty life too small to reach the eyeA
So must it be with no man thinking leadingF
The generations creep their course and dieA
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Hapless the lands and doomed amid the racesH
That give no answer to this royal testI
Their toiling tribes will droop ignoble facesH
Till earth in pity takes them back to restI
A vast monotony may not be evilD
But God's light tells us it cannot be goodJ
Valley and hill have beauty but the levelD
Must bear a shadeless and a stagnant broodK
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IIA
I bring the touchstone Motherland to theeL
And test thee trembling fearing thou shouldst failD
If fruitless sonless thou wert proved to beL
Ah what would love and memory availD
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Brave land God has blest theeL
Thy strong heart I feelD
As I touch thee and test theeL
Dear land As the steelD
To the magnet flies upward so rises thy breastI
With a motherly pride to the touch of the testI
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IIIA
See she smiles beneath the touchstone looking on her distant youthM
Looking down her line of leaders and of workers for the truthM
Ere the Teuton Norseman Briton left the primal woodland springF
When their rule was might and rapine and their law a painted kingF
When the sun of art and learning still was in the OrientN
When the pride of Babylonia under Cyrus' hand was shentN
When the sphinx's introverted eye turned fresh from Egypt's guiltN
When the Persian bowed to Athens when the Parthenon was builtN
When the Macedonian climax closed the Commonwealths of GreeceO
When the wrath of Roman manhood burst on Tarquin for LucreceO
Then was Erin rich in knowledge thence from out her Ollamh's storeP
Kenned to day by students only grew her ancient Senchus MoreP
Then were reared her mighty builders who made temples to the sunE
There they stand the old Round Towers showing how their work was doneE
Thrice a thousand years upon them shaming all our later artN
Warning fingers raised to tell us we must build with rev 'rent heartN
Ah we call thee Mother Erin Mother thou in right of yearsO
Mother in the large fruition mother in the joys and tearsO
All thy life has been a symbol we can only read a partN
God will flood thee yet with sunshine for the woes that drench thy heartN
All thy life has been symbolic of a human mother's lifeQ
Youth's sweet hopes and dreams have vanished and the travail and the strifeQ
Are upon thee in the present but thy work until to dayN
Still has been for truth and manhood and it shall not pass awayN
Justice lives though judgment lingers angels' feet are heavy shodN
But a planet's years are moments in th' eternal day of GodN
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IVQ
Out from the valley of death and tearsO
From the war and want of a thousand yearsO
From the mark of sword and the rust of chainE
From the smoke and blood of the penal lawsO
The Irishmen and the Irish causeO
Come out in the front of the field againE
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What says the stranger to such a vitalityN
What says the statesman to this nationalityN
Flung on the shore of a sea of defeatN
Hardly the swimmers have sprung to their feetN
When the nations are thrilled by a clarion wordN
And Burke the philosopher statesman is heardN
When shall his equal be Down from the stellar heightN
Sees he the planet and all on its girthG
India Columbia and Europe his eagle sightN
Sweeps at a glance all the wrong upon earthG
Races or sects were to him a profanityN
Hindoo and Negro and Kelt were as oneE
Large as mankind was his splendid humanityN
Large in its record the work he has doneE
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VN
What need to mention men of minor noteN
When there be minds that all the heights attainE
What school boy knoweth not the hand that wroteN
'Sweet Auburn loveliest village of the plain'E
What man that speaketh English e'er can liftN
His voice 'mid scholars who hath missed the loreP
Of Berkeley Curran Sheridan and SwiftN
The art of Foley and the songs of MooreR
Grattan and Flood and Emmet where is heN
That hath not learned respect for such asO
Who loveth humor and hath yet to seeN
Lover and Prout and Lever and MacliseN
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VIQ
Great men grow greater by the lapse of timeS
We know those least whom we have seen the latestN
And they 'mongst those whose names have grown sublimeS
Who worked for Human Liberty are greatestN
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And now for one who allied will to workT
And thought to act and burning speech to thoughtN
Who gained the prizes that were seen by BurkeT
Burke felt the wrong O'Council felt and foughtN
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Ever the same from boyhood up to deathU
His race was crushed his people were defamedN
He found the spark and fanned it with his breathU
And fed the fire till all the nation flamedN
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He roused the farms he made the serf a yeomanE
He drilled his millions and he faced the foeQ
But not with lead or steel he struck the foemanE
Reason the sword and human right the blowQ
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He fought for home but no land limit boundedN
O'Connell's faith nor curbed his sympathiesN
All wrong to liberty must be confoundedN
Till men were chainless as the winds and seasN
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He fought for faith but with no narrow spiritN
With ceaseless hand the bigot laws he smoteN
One chart he said all mankind should inheritN
The right to worship and the right to voteN
Always the same but yet a glinting prismV
In wit law statecraft still a master handN
An 'uncrowned king ' whose people's love was chrismV
His title Liberator of his LandN
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'His heart's in Rome his spirit is in heaven'E
So runs the old song that his people singF
A tall Round Tower they builded in GlasnevinE
Fit Irish headstone for an Irish kingF
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VIIQ
Oh Motherland there is no cause to doubt theeN
Thy mark is left on every shore to dayN
Though grief and wrong may cling like robes about theeN
Thy motherhood will keep thee queen alwayN
In faith and patience working and believingF
Not power alone can make a noble stateN
Whate'er the land though all things else conceivingF
Unless it breed great men it is not greatN
Go on dear land and midst the generationsN
Send out strong men to cry the word aloudN
Thy niche is empty still amidst the nationsN
Go on in faith and God must raise the cloudN

John Boyle O'reilly



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