Moloch In State Street Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFGFGHBHBIJIJ KLMNOPOPQJRJCLCNSTST UVUVWXWXYUYUUZUA2B2C 2B2C2SD2SD2ME2ME2BUB U| THE moon has set while yet the dawn | A |
| Breaks cold and gray | B |
| Between the midnight and the morn | C |
| Bear off your prey | B |
| On swift and still the conscious street | D |
| Is panged and stirred | E |
| Tread light that fall of serried feet | D |
| The dead have heard | E |
| The first drawn blood of Freedom's veins | F |
| Gushed where ye tread | G |
| Lo through the dusk the martyr stains | F |
| Blush darkly red | G |
| Beneath the slowly waning stars | H |
| And whitening day | B |
| What stern and awful presence bars | H |
| That sacred way | B |
| What faces frown upon ye dark | I |
| With shame and pain | J |
| Come these from Plymouth's Pilgrim bark | I |
| Is that young Vane | J |
| Who dimly beckoning speed ye on | K |
| With mocking cheer | L |
| Lo spectral Andros Hutchinson | M |
| And Gage are here | N |
| For ready mart or favoring blast | O |
| Through Moloch's fire | P |
| Flesh of his flesh unsparing passed | O |
| The Tyrian sire | P |
| Ye make that ancient sacrifice | Q |
| Of Man to Gain | J |
| Your traffic thrives where freedom dies | R |
| Beneath the chain | J |
| Ye sow to day your harvest scorn | C |
| And hate is near | L |
| How think ye freemen mountain born | C |
| The tale will hear | N |
| Thank God our mother State can yet | S |
| Her fame retrieve | T |
| To you and to your children let | S |
| The scandal cleave | T |
| Chain Hall and Pulpit Court and Press | U |
| Make gods of gold | V |
| Let honor truth and manliness | U |
| Like wares be sold | V |
| Your hoards are great your walls are strong | W |
| But God is just | X |
| The gilded chambers built by wrong | W |
| Invite the rust | X |
| What know ye not the gains of Crime | Y |
| Are dust and dross | U |
| Its ventures on the waves of time | Y |
| Foredoomed to loss | U |
| And still the Pilgrim State remains | U |
| What she hath been | Z |
| Her inland hills her seaward plains | U |
| Still nurture men | A2 |
| Nor wholly lost the fallen mart | B2 |
| Her olden blood | C2 |
| Through many a free and generous heart | B2 |
| Still pours its flood | C2 |
| That brave old blood quick flowing yet | S |
| Shall know no check | D2 |
| Till a free people's foot is set | S |
| On Slavery's neck | D2 |
| Even now the peal of bell and gun | M |
| And hills aflame | E2 |
| Tell of the first great triumph won | M |
| In Freedom's name | E2 |
| The long night dies the welcome gray | B |
| Of dawn we see | U |
| Speed up the heavens thy perfect day | B |
| God of the free | U |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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