The Voices Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCEFGFGHIJIKLKM ANANOPQPRLRLSFSFTUTU RRRRVWVWJXJXRYRYRRRR ZJA2JRB2RB2RRRRRC2RC 2D2FD2FRRRM

'WHY urge the long unequal fightA
Since Truth has fallen in the streetB
Or lift anew the trampled lightA
Quenched by the heedless million's feetB
'Give o'er the thankless task forsakeC
The fools who know not ill from goodD
Eat drink enjoy thy own and takeC
Thine ease among the multitudeE
'Live out thyself with others shareF
Thy proper life no more assumeG
The unconcern of sun and airF
For life or death or blight or bloomG
'The mountain pine looks calmly onH
The fires that scourge the plains belowI
Nor heeds the eagle in the sunJ
The small birds piping in the snowI
'The world is God's not thine let HimK
Work out a change if change must beL
The hand that planted best can trimK
And nurse the old unfruitful tree 'M
So spake the Tempter when the lightA
Of sun and stars had left the skyN
I listened through the cloud and nightA
And heard methought a voice replyN
'Thy task may well seem over hardO
Who scatterest in a thankless soilP
Thy life as seed with no rewardQ
Save that which Duty gives to ToilP
'Not wholly is thy heart resignedR
To Heaven's benign and just decreeL
Which linking thee with all thy kindR
Transmits their joys and griefs to theeL
'Break off that sacred chain and turnS
Back on thyself thy love and careF
Be thou thine own mean idol burnS
Faith Hope and Trust thy children thereF
'Released from that fraternal lawT
Which shares the common bale and blissU
No sadder lot could Folly drawT
Or Sin provoke from Fate than thisU
'The meal unshared is food unblestR
Thou hoard'st in vain what love should spendR
Self ease is pain thy only restR
Is labor for a worthy endR
'A toil that gains with what it yieldsV
And scatters to its own increaseW
And hears while sowing outward fieldsV
The harvest song of inward peaceW
'Free lipped the liberal streamlets runJ
Free shines for all the healthful rayX
The still pool stagnates in the sunJ
The lurid earth fire haunts decayX
'What is it that the crowd requiteR
Thy love with hate thy truth with liesY
And but to faith and not to sightR
The walls of Freedom's temple riseY
'Yet do thy work it shall succeedR
In thine or in another's dayR
And if denied the victor's meedR
Thou shalt not lack the toiler's payR
'Faith shares the future's promise Love'sZ
Self offering is a triumph wonJ
And each good thought or action movesA2
The dark world nearer to the sunJ
'Then faint not falter not nor pleadR
Thy weakness truth itself is strongB2
The lion's strength the eagle's speedR
Are not alone vouchsafed to wrongB2
'Thy nature which through fire and floodR
To place or gain finds out its wayR
Hath power to seek the highest goodR
And duty's holiest call obeyR
'Strivest thou in darkness Foes withoutR
In league with traitor thoughts withinC2
Thy night watch kept with trembling DoubtR
And pale Remorse the ghost of SinC2
'Hast thou not on some week of stormD2
Seen the sweet Sabbath breaking fairF
And cloud and shadow sunlit formD2
The curtains of its tent of prayerF
'So haply when thy task shall endR
The wrong shall lose itself in rightR
And all thy week day darkness blendR
With the long Sabbath of the light 'M

John Greenleaf Whittier



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