A Summons Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDFGHGHIJDJIKIK LMLNJOJOIKIKPQPQJRJR PIPISTSTGUGVGWGWXYXZ JA2JA2JB2JB2

MEN of the North land where's the manly spiritA
Of the true hearted and the unshackled goneB
Sons of old freemen do we but inheritA
Their names aloneC
Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenched within usD
Stoops the strong manhood of our souls so lowE
That Mammon's lure or Party's wile can win usD
To silence nowF
Now when our land to ruin's brink is vergingG
In God's name let us speak while there is timeH
Now when the padlocks for our lips are forgingG
Silence is crimeH
What shall we henceforth humbly ask as favorsI
Rights all our own In madness shall we barterJ
For treacherous peace the freedom Nature gave usD
God and our charterJ
Here shall the statesman forge his human fettersI
Here the false jurist human rights denyK
And in the church their proud and skilled abettorsI
Make truth a lieK
Torture the pages of the hallowed BibleL
To sanction crime and robbery and bloodM
And in Oppression's hateful service libelL
Both man and GodN
Shall our New England stand erect no longerJ
But stoop in chains upon her downward wayO
Thicker to gather on her limbs and strongerJ
Day after dayO
Oh no methinks from all her wild green mountainsI
From valleys where her slumbering fathers lieK
From her blue rivers and her welling fountainsI
And clear cold skyK
From her rough coast and isles which hungry OceanP
Gnaws with his surges from the fisher's skiffQ
With white sail swaying to the billows' motionP
Round rock and cliffQ
From the free fireside of her unbought farmerJ
From her free laborer at his loom and wheelR
From the brown smith shop where beneath the hammerJ
Rings the red steelR
From each and all if God hath not forsakenP
Our land and left us to an evil choiceI
Loud as the summer thunderbolt shall wakenP
A People's voiceI
Startling and stern the Northern winds shall bear itS
Over Potomac's to St Mary's waveT
And buried Freedom shall awake to hear itS
Within her graveT
Oh let that voice go forth The bondman sighingG
By Santee's wave in Mississippi's caneU
Shall feel the hope within his bosom dyingG
Revive againV
Let it go forth The millions who are gazingG
Sadly upon us from afar shall smileW
And unto God devout thanksgiving raisingG
Bless us the whileW
Oh for your ancient freedom pure and holyX
For the deliverance of a groaning earthY
For the wronged captive bleeding crushed and lowlyX
Let it go forthZ
Sons of the best of fathers will ye falterJ
With all they left ye perilled and at stakeA2
Ho once again on Freedom's holy altarJ
The fire awakeA2
Prayer strengthened for the trial come togetherJ
Put on the harness for the moral fightB2
And with the blessing of your Heavenly FatherJ
Maintain the rightB2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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