Lexington Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCB DEED FGGF HIIH JKKJ LMMN OPPO QRRQ STTS UVVU WXXW| A | |
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| No Berserk thirst of blood had they | B |
| No battle joy was theirs who set | C |
| Against the alien bayonet | C |
| Their homespun breasts in that old day | B |
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| Their feet had trodden peaceful ways | D |
| They loved not strife they dreaded pain | E |
| They saw not what to us is plain | E |
| That God would make man's wrath his praise | D |
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| No seers were they but simple men | F |
| Its vast results the future hid | G |
| The meaning of the work they did | G |
| Was strange and dark and doubtful then | F |
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| Swift as their summons came they left | H |
| The plough mid furrow standing still | I |
| The half ground corn grist in the mill | I |
| The spade in earth the axe in cleft | H |
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| They went where duty seemed to call | J |
| They scarcely asked the reason why | K |
| They only knew they could but die | K |
| And death was not the worst of all | J |
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| Of man for man the sacrifice | L |
| All that was theirs to give they gave | M |
| The flowers that blossomed from their grave | M |
| Have sown themselves beneath all skies | N |
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| Their death shot shook the feudal tower | O |
| And shattered slavery's chain as well | P |
| On the sky's dome as on a bell | P |
| Its echo struck the world's great hour | O |
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| That fateful echo is not dumb | Q |
| The nations listening to its sound | R |
| Wait from a century's vantage ground | R |
| The holier triumphs yet to come | Q |
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| The bridal time of Law and Love | S |
| The gladness of the world's release | T |
| When war sick at the feet of Peace | T |
| The hawk shall nestle with the dove | S |
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| The golden age of brotherhood | U |
| Unknown to other rivalries | V |
| Than of the mild humanities | V |
| And gracious interchange of good | U |
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| When closer strand shall lean to strand | W |
| Till meet beneath saluting flags | X |
| The eagle of our mountain crags | X |
| The lion of our Motherland | W |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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