The Human Sacrifice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBCDEDEFGFGHIHIJJ KLMMANGNBBOOPPQQMRMR RSSTUMEMEVWXVAYNYNEZ ZEA2WB2C2D2E2F2G2MH2 MMI2I2J2J2MK2K2HL2M2 M2A2WMMN2N2F2VKVKO2O 2P2Q2R2R2R2S2R2S2NNR 2F2F2R2F2R2T2T2U2U2T 2T2R2T2R2R2R2T2T2V2V 2W2W2X2X2T2T2J2J2T2T 2Y2Y2T2T2F2F2F2R2R2R 2F2F2K2K2Z2Z2A3B3NT2 T2GF2R2F2R2IT2IT2H2R 2G2R2F2JC3D3JC3OT2VT 2G2MH2ME3E3XIIMR2R2MI | A |
FAR from his close and noisome cell | B |
By grassy lane and sunny stream | C |
Blown clover field and strawberry dell | B |
And green and meadow freshness fell | B |
The footsteps of his dream | C |
Again from careless feet the dew | D |
Of summer's misty morn he shook | E |
Again with merry heart he threw | D |
His light line in the rippling brook | E |
Back crowded all his school day joys | F |
He urged the ball and quoit again | G |
And heard the shout of laughing boys | F |
Come ringing down the walnut glen | G |
Again he felt the western breeze | H |
With scent of flowers and crisping hay | I |
And down again through wind stirred trees | H |
He saw the quivering sunlight play | I |
An angel in home's vine hung door | J |
He saw his sister smile once more | J |
Once more the truant's brown locked head | K |
Upon his mother's knees was laid | L |
And sweetly lulled to slumber there | M |
With evening's holy hymn and prayer | M |
II | A |
He woke At once on heart and brain | N |
The present Terror rushed again | G |
Clanked on his limbs the felon's chain | N |
He woke to hear the church tower tell | B |
Time's footfall on the conscious bell | B |
And shuddering feel that clanging din | O |
His life's last hour had ushered in | O |
To see within his prison yard | P |
Through the small window iron barred | P |
The gallows shadow rising dim | Q |
Between the sunrise heaven and him | Q |
A horror in God's blessed air | M |
A blackness in his morning light | R |
Like some foul devil altar there | M |
Built up by demon hands at night | R |
And maddened by that evil sight | R |
Dark horrible confused and strange | S |
A chaos of wild weltering change | S |
All power of check and guidance gone | T |
Dizzy and blind his mind swept on | U |
In vain he strove to breathe a prayer | M |
In vain he turned the Holy Book | E |
He only heard the gallows stair | M |
Creak as the wind its timbers shook | E |
No dream for him of sin forgiven | V |
While still that baleful spectre stood | W |
With its hoarse murmur 'Blood for Blood ' | X |
Between him and the pitying Heaven | V |
III | A |
Low on his dungeon floor he knelt | Y |
And smote his breast and on his chain | N |
Whose iron clasp he always felt | Y |
His hot tears fell like rain | N |
And near him with the cold calm look | E |
And tone of one whose formal part | Z |
Unwarmed unsoftened of the heart | Z |
Is measured out by rule and book | E |
With placid lip and tranquil blood | A2 |
The hangman's ghostly ally stood | W |
Blessing with solemn text and word | B2 |
The gallows drop and strangling cord | C2 |
Lending the sacred Gospel's awe | D2 |
And sanction to the crime of Law | E2 |
IV | F2 |
He saw the victim's tortured brow | G2 |
The sweat of anguish starting there | M |
The record of a nameless woe | H2 |
In the dim eye's imploring stare | M |
Seen hideous through the long damp hair | M |
Fingers of ghastly skin and bone | I2 |
Working and writhing on the stone | I2 |
And heard by mortal terror wrung | J2 |
From heaving breast and stiffened tongue | J2 |
The choking sob and low hoarse prayer | M |
As o'er his half crazed fancy came | K2 |
A vision of the eternal flame | K2 |
Its smoking cloud of agonies | H |
Its demon worm that never dies | L2 |
The everlasting rise and fall | M2 |
Of fire waves round the infernal wall | M2 |
While high above that dark red flood | A2 |
Black giant like the gallows stood | W |
Two busy fiends attending there | M |
One with cold mocking rite and prayer | M |
The other with impatient grasp | N2 |
Tightening the death rope's strangling clasp | N2 |
V | F2 |
The unfelt rite at length was done | V |
The prayer unheard at length was said | K |
An hour had passed the noonday sun | V |
Smote on the features of the dead | K |
And he who stood the doomed beside | O2 |
Calm gauger of the swelling tide | O2 |
Of mortal agony and fear | P2 |
Heeding with curious eye and ear | Q2 |
Whate'er revealed the keen excess | R2 |
Of man's extremest wretchedness | R2 |
And who in that dark anguish saw | R2 |
An earnest of the victim's fate | S2 |
The vengeful terrors of God's law | R2 |
The kindlings of Eternal hate | S2 |
The first drops of that fiery rain | N |
Which beats the dark red realm of pain | N |
Did he uplift his earnest cries | R2 |
Against the crime of Law which gave | F2 |
His brother to that fearful grave | F2 |
Whereon Hope's moonlight never lies | R2 |
And Faith's white blossoms never wave | F2 |
To the soft breath of Memory's sighs | R2 |
Which sent a spirit marred and stained | T2 |
By fiends of sin possessed profaned | T2 |
In madness and in blindness stark | U2 |
Into the silent unknown dark | U2 |
No from the wild and shrinking dread | T2 |
With which he saw the victim led | T2 |
Beneath the dark veil which divides | R2 |
Ever the living from the dead | T2 |
And Nature's solemn secret hides | R2 |
The man of prayer can only draw | R2 |
New reasons for his bloody law | R2 |
New faith in staying Murder's hand | T2 |
By murder at that Law's command | T2 |
New reverence for the gallows rope | V2 |
As human nature's latest hope | V2 |
Last relic of the good old time | W2 |
When Power found license for its crime | W2 |
And held a writhing world in check | X2 |
By that fell cord about its neck | X2 |
Stifled Sedition's rising shout | T2 |
Choked the young breath of Freedom out | T2 |
And timely checked the words which sprung | J2 |
From Heresy's forbidden tongue | J2 |
While in its noose of terror bound | T2 |
The Church its cherished union found | T2 |
Conforming on the Moslem plan | Y2 |
The motley colored mind of man | Y2 |
Not by the Koran and the Sword | T2 |
But by the Bible and the Cord | T2 |
VI | F2 |
O Thou at whose rebuke the grave | F2 |
Back to warm life its sleeper gave | F2 |
Beneath whose sad and tearful glance | R2 |
The cold and chang d countenance | R2 |
Broke the still horror of its trance | R2 |
And waking saw with joy above | F2 |
A brother's face of tenderest love | F2 |
Thou unto whom the blind and lame | K2 |
The sorrowing and the sin sick came | K2 |
And from Thy very garment's hem | Z2 |
Drew life and healing unto them | Z2 |
The burden of Thy holy faith | A3 |
Was love and life not hate and death | B3 |
Man's demon ministers of pain | N |
The fiends of his revenge were sent | T2 |
From thy pure Gospel's element | T2 |
To their dark home again | G |
Thy name is Love What then is he | F2 |
Who in that name the gallows rears | R2 |
An awful altar built to Thee | F2 |
With sacrifice of blood and tears | R2 |
Oh once again Thy healing lay | I |
On the blind eyes which knew Thee not | T2 |
And let the light of Thy pure day | I |
Melt in upon his darkened thought | T2 |
Soften his hard cold heart and show | H2 |
The power which in forbearance lies | R2 |
And let him feel that mercy now | G2 |
Is better than old sacrifice | R2 |
VII | F2 |
As on the White Sea's charm d shore | J |
The Parsee sees his holy hill | C3 |
With dunnest smoke clouds curtained o'er | D3 |
Yet knows beneath them evermore | J |
The low pale fire is quivering still | C3 |
So underneath its clouds of sin | O |
The heart of man retaineth yet | T2 |
Gleams of its holy origin | V |
And half quenched stars that never set | T2 |
Dim colors of its faded bow | G2 |
And early beauty linger there | M |
And o'er its wasted desert blow | H2 |
Faint breathings of its morning air | M |
Oh never yet upon the scroll | E3 |
Of the sin stained but priceless soul | E3 |
Hath Heaven inscribed 'Despair ' | X |
Cast not the clouded gem away | I |
Quench not the dim but living ray | I |
My brother man Beware | M |
With that deep voice which from the skies | R2 |
Forbade the Patriarch's sacrifice | R2 |
God's angel cries Forbear | M |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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