Astræa At The Capitol Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCB DEEF GHHG IJJI KLLK MBBN OPPO QRRQ SKKS LTTL CUUC RVVR WXXW SYYS ZA2A2Z B2C2C2B2 D2E2E2D2

ABOLITION OF SLAVERY IN THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIAA
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When first I saw our banner waveB
Above the nation's council hallC
I heard beneath its marble wallC
The clanking fetters of the slaveB
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In the foul market place I stoodD
And saw the Christian mother soldE
And childhood with its locks of goldE
Blue eyed and fair with Saxon bloodF
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I shut my eyes I held my breathG
And smothering down the wrath and shameH
That set my Northern blood aflameH
Stood silent where to speak was deathG
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Beside me gloomed the prison cellI
Where wasted one in slow declineJ
For uttering simple words of mineJ
And loving freedom all too wellI
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The flag that floated from the domeK
Flapped menace in the morning airL
I stood a perilled stranger whereL
The human broker made his homeK
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For crime was virtue Gown and SwordM
And Law their threefold sanction gaveB
And to the quarry of the slaveB
Went hawking with our symbol birdN
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On the oppressor's side was powerO
And yet I knew that every wrongP
However old however strongP
But waited God's avenging hourO
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I knew that truth would crush the lieQ
Somehow some time the end would beR
Yet scarcely dared I hope to seeR
The triumph with my mortal eyeQ
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But now I see it In the sunS
A free flag floats from yonder domeK
And at the nation's hearth and homeK
The justice long delayed is doneS
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Not as we hoped in calm of prayerL
The message of deliverance comesT
But heralded by roll of drumsT
On waves of battle troubled airL
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Midst sounds that madden and appallC
The song that Bethlehem's shepherds knewU
The harp of David melting throughU
The demon agonies of SaulC
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Not as we hoped but what are weR
Above our broken dreams and plansV
God lays with wiser hand than man'sV
The corner stones of libertyR
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I cavil not with Him the voiceW
That freedom's blessed gospel tellsX
Is sweet to me as silver bellsX
Rejoicing yea I will rejoiceW
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Dear friends still toiling in the sunS
Ye dearer ones who gone beforeY
Are watching from the eternal shoreY
The slow work by your hands begunS
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Rejoice with me The chastening rodZ
Blossoms with love the furnace heatA2
Grows cool beneath His blessed feetA2
Whose form is as the Son of GodZ
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Rejoice Our Marah's bitter springsB2
Are sweetened on our ground of griefC2
Rise day by day in strong reliefC2
The prophecies of better thingsB2
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Rejoice in hope The day and nightD2
Are one with God and one with themE2
Who see by faith the cloudy hemE2
Of Judgment fringed with Mercy's lightD2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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