The Peace Convention At Brussels Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCCDDEEFFGGAHIIJ JKKLLMNGGOOPQRRSSTUV VWXYZA2A2B2B2ZC2D2D2 E2E2F2F2G2H2I2J2BBKK K2K2CCL2L2GGM2M2N2YO 2O2P2P2Q2Q2R2R2S2C2Z T2T2U2U2V2V2| STILL in thy streets O Paris doth the stain | A |
| Of blood defy the cleansing autumn rain | A |
| Still breaks the smoke Messina's ruins through | B |
| And Naples mourns that new Bartholomew | B |
| When squalid beggary for a dole of bread | C |
| At a crowned murderer's beck of license fed | C |
| The yawning trenches with her noble dead | C |
| Still doomed Vienna through thy stately halls | D |
| The shell goes crashing and the red shot falls | D |
| And leagued to crush thee on the Danube's side | E |
| The bearded Croat and Bosniak spearman ride | E |
| Still in that vale where Himalaya's snow | F |
| Melts round the cornfields and the vines below | F |
| The Sikh's hot cannon answering ball for ball | G |
| Flames in the breach of Moultan's shattered wall | G |
| On Chenab's side the vulture seeks the slain | A |
| And Sutlej paints with blood its banks again | H |
| 'What folly then ' the faithless critic cries | I |
| With sneering lip and wise world knowing eyes | I |
| 'While fort to fort and post to post repeat | J |
| The ceaseless challenge of the war drum's beat | J |
| And round the green earth to the church bell's chime | K |
| The morning drum roll of the camp keeps time | K |
| To dream of peace amidst a world in arms | L |
| Of swords to ploughshares changed by Scriptural charms | L |
| Of nations drunken with the wine of blood | M |
| Staggering to take the Pledge of Brotherhood | N |
| Like tipplers answering Father Mathew's call | G |
| The sullen Spaniard and the mad cap Gaul | G |
| The bull dog Briton yielding but with life | O |
| The Yankee swaggering with his bowie knife | O |
| The Russ from banquets with the vulture shared | P |
| The blood still dripping from his amber beard | Q |
| Quitting their mad Berserker dance to hear | R |
| The dull meek droning of a drab coat seer | R |
| Leaving the sport of Presidents and Kings | S |
| Where men for dice each titled gambler flings | S |
| To meet alternate on the Seine and Thames | T |
| For tea and gossip like old country dames | U |
| No let the cravens plead the weakling's cant | V |
| Let Cobden cipher and let Vincent rant | V |
| Let Sturge preach peace to democratic throngs | W |
| And Burritt stammering through his hundred tongues | X |
| Repeat in all his ghostly lessons o'er | Y |
| Timed to the pauses of the battery's roar | Z |
| Check Ban or Kaiser with the barricade | A2 |
| Of 'Olive leaves' and Resolutions made | A2 |
| Spike guns with pointed Scripture texts and hope | B2 |
| To capsize navies with a windy trope | B2 |
| Still shall the glory and the pomp of War | Z |
| Along their train the shouting millions draw | C2 |
| Still dusty Labor to the passing Brave | D2 |
| His cap shall doff and Beauty's kerchief wave | D2 |
| Still shall the bard to Valor tune his song | E2 |
| Still Hero worship kneel before the Strong | E2 |
| Rosy and sleek the sable gowned divine | F2 |
| O'er his third bottle of suggestive wine | F2 |
| To plumed and sworded auditors shall prove | G2 |
| Their trade accordant with the Law of Love | H2 |
| And Church for State and State for Church shall fight | I2 |
| And both agree that 'Might alone is Right ' | J2 |
| Despite of sneers like these O faithful few | B |
| Who dare to hold God's word and witness true | B |
| Whose clear eyed faith transcends our evil time | K |
| And o'er the present wilderness of crime | K |
| Sees the calm future with its robes of green | K2 |
| Its fleece flecked mountains and soft streams between | K2 |
| Still keep the path which duty bids ye tread | C |
| Though worldly wisdom shake the cautious head | C |
| No truth from Heaven descends upon our sphere | L2 |
| Without the greeting of the skeptic's sneer | L2 |
| Denied and mocked at till its blessings fall | G |
| Common as dew and sunshine over all | G |
| 'Then o'er Earth's war field till the strife shall cease | M2 |
| Like Morven's harpers sing your song of peace | M2 |
| As in old fable rang the Thracian's lyre | N2 |
| Midst howl of fiends and roar of penal fire | Y |
| Till the fierce din to pleasing murmurs fell | O2 |
| And love subdued the maddened heart of hell | O2 |
| Lend once again that holy song a tongue | P2 |
| Which the glad angels of the Advent sung | P2 |
| Their cradle anthem for the Saviour's birth | Q2 |
| Glory to God and peace unto the earth | Q2 |
| Through the mad discord send that calming word | R2 |
| Which wind and wave on wild Genesareth heard | R2 |
| Lift in Christ's name his Cross against the Sword | S2 |
| Not vain the vision which the prophets saw | C2 |
| Skirting with green the fiery waste of war | Z |
| Through the hot sand gleam looming soft and calm | T2 |
| On the sky's rim the fountain shading palm | T2 |
| Still lives for Earth which fiends so long have trod | U2 |
| The great hope resting on the truth of God | U2 |
| Evil shall cease and Violence pass away | V2 |
| And the tired world breathe free through a long Sabbath day | V2 |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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