The Hunters Of Men Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEAAFFGGHHIIJA KLJJMMNNAAOOPPQQRRAA NNSSTTUUAA| HAVE ye heard of our hunting o'er mountain and glen | A |
| Through cane brake and forest the hunting of men | A |
| The lords of our land to this hunting have gone | B |
| As the fox hunter follows the sound of the horn | C |
| Hark the cheer and the hallo the crack of the whip | D |
| And the yell of the hound as he fastens his grip | D |
| All blithe are our hunters and noble their match | E |
| Though hundreds are caught there are millions to catch | E |
| So speed to their hunting o'er mountain and glen | A |
| Through cane brake and forest the hunting of men | A |
| Gay luck to our hunters how nobly they ride | F |
| In the glow of their zeal and the strength of their pride | F |
| The priest with his cassock flung back on the wind | G |
| Just screening the politic statesman behind | G |
| The saint and the sinner with cursing and prayer | H |
| The drunk and the sober ride merrily there | H |
| And woman kind woman wife widow and maid | I |
| For the good of the hunted is lending her aid | I |
| Her foot's in the stirrup her hand on the rein | J |
| How blithely she rides to the hunting of men | A |
| Oh goodly and grand is our hunting to see | K |
| In this 'land of the brave and this home of the free ' | L |
| Priest warrior and statesman from Georgia to Maine | J |
| All mounting the saddle all grasping the rein | J |
| Right merrily hunting the black man whose sin | M |
| Is the curl of his hair and the hue of his skin | M |
| Woe now to the hunted who turns him at bay | N |
| Will our hunters be turned from their purpose and prey | N |
| Will their hearts fail within them their nerves tremble when | A |
| All roughly they ride to the hunting of men | A |
| Ho alms for our hunters all weary and faint | O |
| Wax the curse of the sinner and prayer of the saint | O |
| The horn is wound faintly the echoes are still | P |
| Over cane brake and river and forest and hill | P |
| Haste alms for our hunters the hunted once more | Q |
| Have turned from their flight with their backs to the shore | Q |
| What right have they here in the home of the white | R |
| Shadowed o'er by our banner of Freedom and Right | R |
| Ho alms for the hunters or never again | A |
| Will they ride in their pomp to the hunting of men | A |
| Alms alms for our hunters why will ye delay | N |
| When their pride and their glory are melting away | N |
| The parson has turned for on charge of his own | S |
| Who goeth a warfare or hunting alone | S |
| The politic statesman looks back with a sigh | T |
| There is doubt in his heart there is fear in his eye | T |
| Oh haste lest that doubting and fear shall prevail | U |
| And the head of his steed take the place of the tail | U |
| Oh haste ere he leave us for who will ride then | A |
| For pleasure or gain to the hunting of men | A |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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