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The World's Convention Of The Friends Of Emancipation, Held In London In 1840 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Yes let them gather Summon forth	A
The pledged philanthropy of Earth	B
From every land whose hills have heard	C
The bugle blast of Freedom waking	D
Or shrieking of her symbol bird	C
From out his cloudy eyrie breaking	D
Where Justice hath one worshipper	E
Or truth one altar built to her	E
Where'er a human eye is weeping	D
O'er wrongs which Earth's sad children know	F
Where'er a single heart is keeping	D
Its prayerful watch with human woe	F
Thence let them come and greet each other	E
And know in each a friend and brother	E
Yes let them come from each green vale	G
Where England's old baronial halls	H
Still bear upon their storied walls	H
The grim crusader's rusted mail	G
Battered by Paynim spear and brand	I
On Malta's rock or Syria's sand	I
And mouldering pennon staves once set	J
Within the soil of Palestine	K
By Jordan and Gennesaret	J
Or borne with England's battle line	K
O'er Acre's shattered turrets stooping	D
Or midst the camp their banners drooping	D
With dews from hallowed Hermon wet	J
A holier summons now is given	L
Than that gray herinit's voice of old	J
Which unto all the winds of heaven	L
The banners of the Cross unrolled	J
Not for the long deserted shrine	K
Not for the dull unconscious sod	J
Which tells not by one lingering sign	K
That there the hope of Israel trod	J
But for that truth for which alone	M
In pilgrim eyes are sanctified	J
The garden moss the mountain stone	M
Whereon His holy sandals pressed	J
The fountain which His lip hath blessed	J
Whate'er hath touched His garment's hem	N
At Bethany or Bethlehem	N
Or Jordan's river side	J
For Freedom in the name of Him	O
Who came to raise Earth's drooping poor	E
To break the chain from every limb	O
The bolt from every prison door	E
For these o'er all the earth hath passed	J
An ever deepening trumpet blast	J
As if an angel's breath had lent	J
Its vigor to the instrument	J
And Wales from Snowrich's mountain wall	P
Shall startle at that thrilling call	P
As if she heard her bards again	Q
And Erin's harp on Tara's wall	P
Give out its ancient strain	R
Mirthful and sweet yet sad withal	P
The melody which Erin loves	S
When o'er that harp 'mid bursts of gladness	S
And slogan cries and lyke wake sadness	S
The hand of her O'Connell moves	S
Scotland from lake and tarn and rill	P
And mountain hold and heathery hill	P
Shall catch and echo back the note	J
As if she heard upon the air	E
Once more her Cameronian's prayer	E
And song of Freedom float	J
And cheering echoes shall reply	P
From each remote dependency	S
Where Britain's mighty sway is known	M
In tropic sea or frozen zone	M
Where'er her sunset flag is furling	D
Or morning gun fire's smoke is curling	D
From Indian Bengal's groves of palm	T
And rosy fields and gales of balm	T
Where Eastern pomp and power are rolled	J
Through regal Ava's gates of gold	J
And from the lakes and ancient woods	S
And dim Canadian solitudes	S
Whence sternly from her rocky throne	M
Queen of the North Quebec looks down	U
And from those bright and ransomed Isles	S
Where all unwonted Freedom smiles	S
And the dark laborer still retains	S
The scar of slavery's broken chains	S
From the hoar Alps which sentinel	P
The gateways of the land of Tell	P
Where morning's keen and earliest glance	S
On Jura's rocky wall is thrown	M
And from the olive bowers of France	S
And vine groves garlanding the Rhone	M
Friends of the Blacks as true and tried	J
As those who stood by Oge's side	J
And heard the Haytien's tale of wrong	D
Shall gather at that summons strong	D
Broglie Passy and he whose song	D
Breathed over Syria's holy sod	J
And in the paths which Jesus trod	J
And murmured midst the hills which hem	N
Crownless and sad Jerusalem	V
Hath echoes whereso'er the tone	M
Of Israel's prophey lyre is known	M
Still let them come from Quito's walls	S
And from the Orinoco's tide	J
From Lima's Inca haunted halls	S
From Santa Fe and Yucatan	W
Men who by swart Guerrero's side	J
Proclaimed the deathless rights of man	W
Broke every bond and fetter off	X
And hailed in every sable serf	Y
A free and brother Mexican	L
Chiefs who across the Andes' chain	R
Have followed Freedom's flowing pennon	R
And seen on Junin's fearful plain	R
Glare o'er the broken ranks of Spain	R
The fire burst of Bolivar's cannon	R
And Hayti from her mountain land	J
Shall send the sons of those who hurled	J
Defiance from her blazing strand	J
The war gage from her Petition's hand	J
Alone against a hostile world	J
Nor all unmindful thou the while	P
Land of the dark and mystic Nile	P
Thy Moslem mercy yet may shame	Z
All tyrants of a Christian name	Z
When in the shade of Gizeh's pile	P
Or where from Abyssinian hills	S
El Gerek's upper fountain fills	S
Or where from Mountains of the Moon	R
El Abiad bears his watery boon	R
Where'er thy lotus blossoms swim	O
Within their ancient hallowed waters	S
Where'er is heard the Coptic hymn	O
Or song of Nubia's sable daughters	S
The curse of slavery and the crime	A2
Thy bequest from remotest time	A2
At thy dark Mehemet's decree	S
Forevermore shall pass from thee	S
And chains forsake each captive's limb	O
Of all those tribes whose hills around	J
Have echoed back the cymbal sound	J
And victor horn of Ibrahim	B2
And thou whose glory and whose crime	A2
To earth's remotest bound and clime	A2
In mingled tones of awe and scorn	R
The echoes of a world have borne	R
My country glorious at thy birth	B
A day star flashing brightly forth	A
The herald sign of Freedom's dawn	R
Oh who could dream that saw thee then	R
And watched thy rising from afar	E
That vapors from oppression's fen	R
Would cloud the upward tending star	E
Or that earth's tyrant powers which heard	J
Awe struck the shout which hailed thy dawning	D
Would rise so soon prince peer and king	D
To mock thee with their welcoming	D
Like Hades when her thrones were stirred	J
To greet the down east Star of Morning	D
Aha and art thou fallen thus	S
Art thou become as one of us	S
Land of my fathers there will stand	J
Amidst that world assembled band	J
Those owning thy maternal claim	A2
Unweakened by thy crime and shame	A2
The sad reprovers of thy wrong	D
The children thou hast spurned so long	D
Still with affection's fondest yearning	D
To their unnatural mother turning	D
No traitors they but tried and leal	P
Whose own is but thy general weal	P
Still blending with the patriot's zeal	P
The Christian's love for human kind	J
To caste and climate unconfined	J
A holy gathering peaceful all	P
No threat of war no savage call	P
For vengeance on an erring brother	E
But in their stead the godlike plan	R
To teach the brotherhood of man	R
To love and reverence one another	E
As sharers of a common blood	J
The children of a common God	J
Yet even at its lightest word	J
Shall Slavery's darkest depths be stirred	J
Spain watching from her Moro's keep	C2
Her slave ships traversing the deep	C2
And Rio in her strength and pride	J
Lifting along her mountain side	J
Her snowy battlements and towers	S
Her lemon groves and tropic bowers	S
With bitter hate and sullen fear	E
Its freedom giving voice shall hear	E
And where my country's flag is flowing	D
On breezes from Mount Vernon blowing	D
Above the Nation's council halls	S
Where Freedom's praise is loud and long	D
While close beneath the outward walls	S
The driver plies his reeking thong	D
The hammer of the man thief falls	S
O'er hypocritic cheek and brow	E
The crimson flush of shame shall glow	P
And all who for their native land	J
Are pledging life and heart and hand	J
Worn watchers o'er her changing weal	P
Who for her tarnished honor feel	P
Through cottage door and council hall	P
Shall thunder an awakening call	P
The pen along its page shall burn	R
With all intolerable scorn	R
An eloquent rebuke shall go	P
On all the winds that Southward blow	P
From priestly lips now sealed and dumb	A2
Warning and dread appeal shall come	A2
Like those which Israel heard from him	A2
The Prophet of the Cherubim	A2
Or those which sad Esaias hurled	J
Against a sin accursed world	J
Its wizard leaves the Press shall fling	D
Unceasing from its iron wing	D
With characters inscribed thereon	R
As fearful in the despot's hall	P
As to the pomp of Babylon	R
The fire sign on the palace wall	P
And from her dark iniquities	S
Methinks I see my country rise	S
Not challenging the nations round	J
To note her tardy justice done	R
Her captives from their chains unbound	J
Her prisons opening to the sun	R
But tearfully her arms extending	D
Over the poor and unoffending	D
Her regal emblem now no longer	E
A bird of prey with talons reeking	D
Above the dying captive shrieking	D
But spreading out her ample wing	D
A broad impartial covering	D
The weaker sheltered by the stronger	E
Oh then to Faith's anointed eyes	S
The promised token shall be given	R
And on a nation's sacrifice	S
Atoning for the sin of years	S
And wet with penitential tears	S
The fire shall fall from Heaven	R