Disarmament Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGH IIJJKLMMNNOOPQQPGGRR

Put up the sword The voice of Christ once moreA
Speaks in the pauses of the cannon's roarA
O'er fields of corn by fiery sickles reapedB
And left dry ashes over trenches heapedB
With nameless dead o'er cities starving slowC
Under a rain of fire through wards of woeC
Down which a groaning diapason runsD
From tortured brothers husbands lovers sonsD
Of desolate women in their far off homesE
Waiting to hear the step that never comesF
O men and brothers let that voice be heardG
War fails try peace put up the useless swordH
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Fear not the end There is a story toldI
In Eastern tents when autumn nights grow coldI
And round the fire the Mongol shepherds sitJ
With grave responses listening unto itJ
Once on the errands of his mercy bentK
Buddha the holy and benevolentL
Met a fell monster huge and fierce of lookM
Whose awful voice the hills and forests shookM
O son of peace the giant cried thy fateN
Is sealed at last and love shall yield to hateN
The unarmed Buddha looking with no traceO
Of fear and anger in the monster's faceO
In pity said Poor fiend even thee I loveP
Lo as he spake the sky tall terror sankQ
To hand breadth size the huge abhorrence shrankQ
Into the form and fashion of a doveP
And where the thunder of its rage was heardG
Circling above him sweetly sang the birdG
Hate hath no harm for love so ran the songR
And peace unweaponed conquers every wrongR

John Greenleaf Whittier



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