To A Southern Statesman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEDEEFFGGHIHIJJJ KKKKLLMMNOONNPQQRRPS S| IS this thy voice whose treble notes of fear | A |
| Wail in the wind And dost thou shake to hear | B |
| Act on like the bay of thine own hounds | C |
| Spurning the leash and leaping o'er their bounds | C |
| Sore baffled statesman when thy eager hand | D |
| With game afoot unslipped the hungry pack | E |
| To hunt down Freedom in her chosen land | D |
| Hadst thou no fear that erelong doubling back | E |
| These dogs of thine might snuff on Slavery's track | E |
| Where's now the boast which even thy guarded tongue | F |
| Cold calm and proud in the teeth o' the Senate flung | F |
| O'er the fulfilment of thy baleful plan | G |
| Like Satan's triumph at the fall of man | G |
| How stood'st thou then thy feet on Freedom planting | H |
| And pointing to the lurid heaven afar | I |
| Whence all could see through the south windows slanting | H |
| Crimson as blood the beams of that Lone Star | I |
| The Fates are just they give us but our own | J |
| Nemesis ripens what our hands have sown | J |
| There is an Eastern story not unknown | J |
| Doubtless to thee of one whose magic skill | K |
| Called demons up his water jars to fill | K |
| Defty and silently they did his will | K |
| But when the task was done kept pouring still | K |
| In vain with spell and charm the wizard wrought | L |
| Faster and faster were the buckets brought | L |
| Higher and higher rose the flood around | M |
| Till the fiends clapped their hands above their master drowned | M |
| So Carolinian it may prove with thee | N |
| For God still overrules man's schemes and takes | O |
| Craftiness in its self set snare and makes | O |
| The wrath of man to praise Him It may be | N |
| That the roused spirits of Democracy | N |
| May leave to freer States the same wide door | P |
| Through which thy slave cursed Texas entered in | Q |
| From out the blood and fire the wrong and sin | Q |
| Of the stormed city and the ghastly plain | R |
| Beat by hot hail and wet with bloody rain | R |
| The myriad handed pioneer may pour | P |
| And the wild West with the roused North combine | S |
| And heave the engineer of evil with his mine | S |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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