The Exile Of The Gael Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHF IJKLM M NHMOP NQRQ MOSJTFU VWOFX YYZZZZA2A2B2 FF FFC2C2D2 YYFFF Y E2E2YYRRB2 UUF2F2 G2H2Z| IT is sweet to rejoice for a day | A |
| For a day that is reached at last | B |
| It is well for wanderers in new lands | C |
| Slow climbers toward a lofty mountain pass | D |
| Yearning with hearts and eyes strained ever upward | E |
| To pause and rest on the summit | F |
| To stand between two limitless outlooks | G |
| Behind them a winding path through familiar pains and ventures | H |
| Before them the streams unbridged and the vales untraveled | F |
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| What shall they do nobler than mark their passage | I |
| With kindly hearts mayhap for kindred to follow | J |
| What shall they do wiser than pile a cairn | K |
| With stones from the wayside that their tracks and names | L |
| Be not blown from the hills like sand and their story be lost forever | M |
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| 'Hither ' the cairn shall tell 'Hither they came and rested ' | - |
| 'Whither ' the searcher shall ask with questioning eyes on their future | M |
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| Hither and Whither O Maker of Nations Hither and Whither the sea speaks | N |
| Heaving the forest speaks dying the Summer whispers | H |
| Like a sentry giving up the watchword to the muffled Winter | M |
| Hither and Whither the Earth calls wheeling to the Sun | O |
| And like ships on the deep at night the stars interflash the signal | P |
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| Hither and Whither the exiles' cairn on the hill speaks | N |
| Yea as loudly as the sea and the earth and the stars | Q |
| The heart is earth's exile the soul is heaven's | R |
| And God has made no higher mystery for stars | Q |
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| Hither from home sobs the torn flower on the river | M |
| Wails the river itself as it enters the bitter ocean | O |
| Moans the iron in the furnace at the premonition of melting | S |
| Cries the scattered grain in Spring at the passage of the harrow | J |
| In the iceberg is frozen the rain's dream of exile from the fields | T |
| The shower falls sighing for the opaline hills of cloud | F |
| And the clouds on the bare mountains weep their daughter love for the sea | U |
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| Exile is God's alchemy Nations he forms like metals | V |
| Mixing their strength and their tenderness | W |
| Tempering pride with shame and victory with affliction | O |
| Meting their courage their faith and their fortitude | F |
| Timing their genesis to the world's needs | X |
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| 'What have ye brought to our Nation building Sous of the Gael | Y |
| What is your burden or guerdon from old Innisfail | Y |
| Here build we higher and deeper than men ever built before | Z |
| And we raise no Shinar tower but a temple forevermore | Z |
| What have ye brought from Erin your hapless land could spare | Z |
| Her tears defeats and miseries Are these indeed your share | Z |
| Are the mother's caoine and the banshee's cry your music for our song | A2 |
| Have ye joined our feast with a withered wreath and a memory of wrong | A2 |
| With a broken sword and treason flag from your Banba of the Seas | B2 |
| O where in our House of Triumph shall hang such gifts as these ' | - |
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| O Soul wing forth what answer across the main is heard | F |
| From burdened ships and exiled lips write down write down the word | F |
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| 'No treason we bring from Erin nor bring we shame nor guilt | F |
| The sword we hold may be broken but we have not dropped the hilt | F |
| The wreath we bear to Columbia is twisted of thorns not bays | C2 |
| And the songs we sing are saddened by thoughts of desolate days | C2 |
| But the hearts we bring for Freedom are washed in the surge of tears | D2 |
| And we claim our right by a People's fight outliving a thousand years ' | - |
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| 'What bring ye else to the Building ' | - |
| 'O willing hands to toil | Y |
| Strong natures tuned to the harvest song and bound to the kindly soil | Y |
| Bold pioneers for the wilderness defenders in the field | F |
| The sons of a race of soldiers who never learned to yield | F |
| Young hearts with duty brimming as faith makes sweet the due | F |
| Their truth to me their witness they cannot be false to you ' | - |
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| 'What send ye else old Mother to raise our mighty wall | Y |
| For we must build against Kings and Wrongs a fortress never to fall ' | - |
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| 'I send you in cradle and bosom wise brain and eloquent tongue | E2 |
| Whose crowns should engild my crowning whose songs for me should be sung | E2 |
| O flowers unblown from lonely fields my daughters with hearts aglow | Y |
| With pulses warm with sympathies with bosoms pure as snow | Y |
| I smile through tears as the' clouds unroll my widening river that runs | R |
| My lost ones grown in radiant growth proud mothers of free born sons | R |
| My seed of sacrifice ripens apace The Tyrant's cure is disease | B2 |
| My strength that was dead like a forest is spread beyond the distant seas ' | - |
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| 'It is well aye well old Erin The sons you give to me | U |
| Are symbolled long in flag and song your Sunburst on the Sea | U |
| All mine by the chrism of Freedom still yours by their love's belief | F2 |
| And truest to me shall the tenderest be in a suffering mother's grief | F2 |
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| Their loss is the change of the wave to the cloud of the dew to the river and main | G2 |
| Their hope shall persist through the sea and the mist and thy streams shall be filled again | H2 |
| As the smolt of the salmon go down to the sea and as surely come back to the river | Z |
| Their love shall be yours while your sorrow endures for God guardeth His right forever ' | - |
John Boyle O'reilly
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