Wendell Phillips Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEFF GGHHIIJJKK LLMMNN OOPPQQNN RRKKSS AAAAAATT

WHAT shall we mourn For the prostrate tree that sheltered the young green woodA
For the fallen cliff that fronted the sea and guarded the fields from the floodB
For the eagle that died in the tempest afar from its eyrie's broodC
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Nay not for these shall we weep for the silver cord must be wornD
And the golden fillet shrink back at last and the dust to its earth returnE
And tears are never for those who die with their face to the duty doneF
But we mourn for the fledglings left on the waste and the fields where the wild waves runF
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From the midst of the flock he defended the brave one has gone to his restG
And the tears of the poor he befriended their wealth of affliction attestG
From the midst of the people is stricken a symbol they daily sawH
Set over against the law books of a Higher than Human LawH
For his life was a ceaseless protest and his voice was a prophet's cryI
To be true to the Truth and faithful though the world were arrayed for the LieI
From the hearing of those who hated a threatening voice has pastJ
But the lives of those who believe and die are not blown like a leaf on the blastJ
A sower of infinite seed was he a woodman that hewed toward the lightK
Who dared to be traitor to Union when Union was traitor to RightK
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' Fanatic ' the insects hissed till he taught them to understandL
That the highest crime may be written in the highest law of the landL
'Disturber' and 'Dreamer' the Philistines cried when he preached an ideal creedM
Till they learned that the men who have changed the world with the world have disagreedM
That the remnant is right when the masses are led like sheep to the penN
For the instinct of equity slumbers till roused by instinctive menN
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It is not enough to win rights from a king and write them down in a bookO
New men new lights and the fathers' code the sons may never brookO
What is liberty now were license then their freedom oar yoke would beP
And each new decade must have new men to determine its libertyP
Mankind is a marching army with a broadening front the whileQ
Shall it crowd its bulk on the farm paths or clear to the outward fileQ
Its pioneers are the dreamers who fear neither tongue nor penN
Of the human spiders whose silk is wove from the lives of toiling menN
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Come brothers here to the burial But weep not rather rejoiceR
For his fearless life and his fearless death for his true unequalled voiceR
Like a silver trumpet sounding the note of human rightK
For his brave heart always ready to enter the weak one's fightK
For his soul unmoved by the mob's wild shout or the social sneer's disgraceS
For his freeborn spirit that drew no line between class or creed or raceS
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Come workers here was a teacher and the lesson he taught was goodA
There are no classes or races but one human brotherhoodA
There are no creeds to be outlawed no colors of skin debarredA
Mankind is one in its rights and wrongs one right one hope one guardA
By his life he taught by his death we learn the great reformer's creedA
The right to be free and the hope to be just and the guard against selfish greedA
And richest of all are the unseen wreaths on his coffin lid laid downT
By the toil stained hands of workmen their sob their kiss and their crownT

John Boyle O'reilly



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