Ritner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEFFGGHIJJKKLMNN EDOOPPQQRRSSTUVVQQJJ WWXXYYZZJJA2A2B2B2C2 C2D2D2JSE2E2F2F2G2G2 H2H2YI2| THANK God for the token one lip is still free | A |
| One spirit untrammelled unbending one knee | A |
| Like the oak of the mountain deep rooted and firm | B |
| Erect when the multitude bends to the storm | C |
| When traitors to Freedom and Honor and God | D |
| Are bowed at an Idol polluted with blood | E |
| When the recreant North has forgotten her trust | F |
| And the lip of her honor is low in the dust | F |
| Thank God that one arm from the shackle has broken | G |
| Thank God that one man as a freeman has spoken | G |
| O'er thy crags Alleghany a blast has been blown | H |
| Down thy tide Susquehanna the murmur has gone | I |
| To the land of the South of the charter and chain | J |
| Of Liberty sweetened with Slavery's pain | J |
| Where the cant of Democracy dwells on the lips | K |
| Of the forgers of fetters and wielders of whips | K |
| Where 'chivalric' honor means really no more | L |
| Than scourging of women and robbing the poor | M |
| Where the Moloch of Slavery sitteth on high | N |
| And the words which he utters are Worship or die | N |
| Right onward oh speed it Wherever the blood | E |
| Of the wronged and the guiltless is crying to God | D |
| Wherever a slave in his fetters is pining | O |
| Wherever the lash of the driver is twining | O |
| Wherever from kindred torn rudely apart | P |
| Comes the sorrowful wail of the broken of heart | P |
| Wherever the shackles of tyranny bind | Q |
| In silence and darkness the God given mind | Q |
| There God speed it onward its truth will be felt | R |
| The bonds shall be loosened the iron shall melt | R |
| And oh will the land where the free soul of Penn | S |
| Still lingers and breathes over mountain and glen | S |
| Will the land where a Benezet's spirit went forth | T |
| To the peeled and the meted and outcast of Earth | U |
| Where the words of the Charter of Liberty first | V |
| From the soul of the sage and the patriot burst | V |
| Where first for the wronged and the weak of their kind | Q |
| The Christian and statesman their efforts combined | Q |
| Will that land of the free and the good wear a chain | J |
| Will the call to the rescue of Freedom be vain | J |
| No Ritner her 'Friends' at thy warning shall stand | W |
| Erect for the truth like their ancestral band | W |
| Forgetting the feuds and the strife of past time | X |
| Counting coldness injustice and silence a crime | X |
| Turning back from the cavil of creeds to unite | Y |
| Once again for the poor in defence of the Right | Y |
| Breasting calmly but firmly the full tide of Wrong | Z |
| Overwhelmed but not borne on its surges along | Z |
| Unappalled by the danger the shame and the pain | J |
| And counting each trial for Truth as their gain | J |
| And that bold hearted yeomanry honest and true | A2 |
| Who haters of fraud give to labor its due | A2 |
| Whose fathers of old sang in concert with thine | B2 |
| On the banks of Swetara the songs of the Rhine | B2 |
| The German born pilgrims who first dared to brave | C2 |
| The scorn of the proud in the cause of the slave | C2 |
| Will the sons of such men yield the lords of the South | D2 |
| One brow for the brand for the padlock one mouth | D2 |
| They cater to tyrants They rivet the chain | J |
| Which their fathers smote off on the negro again | S |
| No never one voice like the sound in the cloud | E2 |
| When the roar of the storm waxes loud and more loud | E2 |
| Wherever the foot of the freeman hath pressed | F2 |
| From the Delaware's marge to the Lake of the West | F2 |
| On the South going breezes shall deepen and grow | G2 |
| Till the land it sweeps over shall tremble below | G2 |
| The voice of a people uprisen awake | H2 |
| Pennsylvania's watchword with Freedom at stake | H2 |
| Thrilling up from each valley flung down from each height | Y |
| 'Our Country and Liberty God for the Right ' | I2 |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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