The Trial Of The Gods Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFG CHIHJJKJJLFE MNONOOCP CQOQOHAHRSJS CTUUVVMVOJOJWUJU MUUUOUXUOUYUUSOS

NEVER nobler was the SenateA
Never grander the debateB
Rome's old gods are on their trialC
By the judges of the stateB
Torn by warring creeds the FathersD
Urge to day the question homeE
'Whether Jupiter or JesusF
Shall be God henceforth in Rome 'G
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Lo the scene In Jove's own templeC
As of old the Fathers meetH
Through the porch to hear the speechesI
Press the people from the streetH
Pontiffs rich with purple vestureJ
Pass from senate chair to chairJ
Learned augurs still as statuesK
Voiceless statues too are thereJ
Vestal virgins white with terrorJ
Mutely asking what has comeL
What new light shall turn to darknessF
Vesta's holy fire in RomeE
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Answer Quindecemvirs SurelyM
Of this wondrous NazareneN
Ye must know who keep the secretsO
Of the prophet SibyllineN
Nay no word Here stand the FlamensO
Have ye read the omens priestsO
Slain the victims white and sableC
Scanned the entrails of the beastP
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Priest of Pallas see the peopleC
Ask for oracles to dayQ
Silent Priests of Mars and VenusO
Lo they turn dumb lipped awayQ
Priest of Jove Flamen dialisO
Here in Jove's own temple meetH
In debate the Roman SenateA
And Jove's priest with timid feetH
Stands beyond the altar railingR
Gods I feel ye frown aboveS
In the shadow of Jove's altarJ
Men defy the might of JoveS
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Treason riots in the templeC
At the sacrilege profoundT
Virgins mocked and augurs banishedU
And divinities discrownedU
Hush Old Rome herself appearethV
Pleading for the ancient faithV
Urging all her by gone gloryM
That to change the old were deathV
Rudely answer the patriciansO
Scoffing at the time worn snareJ
Twice a thousand years of sacrificeO
Have melted into airJ
Twice a thousand years of worshipW
Have bitterly sufficedU
To prove there is no JupiterJ
The Senate votes for ChristU
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Not aimless is the storyM
The moral not remoteU
For still the gods are questionedU
And still the Senates voteU
Men sacrifice to VenusO
To Mars are victims ledU
And Mercury is honored stillX
And Bacchus is not deadU
But these are minor deitiesO
That cling to human sightU
Our twilight they but Right and WrongY
Are clear as day and nightU
We know the Truth but falsehoodU
With our lives is so inwoveS
Our Senates vote down JesusO
As old Rome degraded JoveS

John Boyle O'reilly



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