Hymn For The Celebration Of Emancipation At Newburyport Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIJKL MMNNOOPPEEQQRRSSTTUU VVWWFXYY| Not unto us who did but seek | A |
| The word that burned within to speak | A |
| Not unto us this day belong | B |
| The triumph and exultant song | B |
| Upon us fell in early youth | C |
| The burden of unwelcome truth | C |
| And left us weak and frail and few | D |
| The censor's painful work to do | D |
| Thenceforth our life a fight became | E |
| The air we breathed was hot with blame | E |
| For not with gauged and softened tone | F |
| We made the bondman's cause our own | F |
| We bore as Freedom's hope forlorn | G |
| The private hate the public scorn | G |
| Yet held through all the paths we trod | H |
| Our faith in man and trust in God | H |
| We prayed and hoped but still with awe | I |
| The coming of the sword we saw | J |
| We heard the nearing steps of doom | K |
| We saw the shade of things to come | L |
| In grief which they alone can feel | M |
| Who from a mother's wrong appeal | M |
| With blended lines of fear and hope | N |
| We cast our country's horoscope | N |
| For still within her house of life | O |
| We marked the lurid sign of strife | O |
| And poisoning and imbittering all | P |
| We saw the star of Wormwood fall | P |
| Deep as our love for her became | E |
| Our hate of all that wrought her shame | E |
| And if thereby with tongue and pen | Q |
| We erred we were but mortal men | Q |
| We hoped for peace our eyes survey | R |
| The blood red dawn of Freedom's day | R |
| We prayed for love to loose the chain | S |
| 'T is shorn by battle's axe in twain | S |
| Nor skill nor strength nor zeal of ours | T |
| Has mined and heaved the hostile towers | T |
| Not by our hands is turned the key | U |
| That sets the sighing captives free | U |
| A redder sea than Egypt's wave | V |
| Is piled and parted for the slave | V |
| A darker cloud moves on in light | W |
| A fiercer fire is guide by night | W |
| The praise O Lord is Thine alone | F |
| In Thy own way Thy work is done | X |
| Our poor gifts at Thy feet we cast | Y |
| To whom be glory first and last | Y |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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