Voice Of New England Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACCCDDDEEFGGGHHHII IJJJKKKLLLMMNOOOKKKK KKPQPRRRSSSTTTUUUVVV WWWKKKXXYZZZA2A2A2CW CB2B2C2HHHHHD2

UP the hillside down the glenA
Rouse the sleeping citizenB
Summon out the might of menA
Like a lion growling lowC
Like a night storm rising slowC
Like the tread of unseen foeC
It is coming it is nighD
Stand your homes and altars byD
On your own free thresholds dieD
Clang the bells in all your spiresE
On the gray hills of your siresE
Fling to heaven your signal firesF
From Wachuset lone and bleakG
Unto Berkshire's tallest peakG
Let the flame tougued heralds speakG
Oh for God and duty standH
Heart to heart and hand to handH
Round the old graves of the landH
Whoso shrinks or falters nowI
Whoso to the yoke would bowI
Brand the craven on his browI
Freedom's soil hath only placeJ
For a free and fearless raceJ
None for traitors false and baseJ
Perish party perish clanK
Strike together while ye canK
Like the arm of one strong manK
Like that angel's voice sublimeL
Heard above a world of crimeL
Crying of the end of timeL
With one heart and with one mouthM
Let the North unto the SouthM
Speak the word befitting bothN
'What though Issachar be strongO
Ye may load his back with wrongO
Overmuch and over longO
'Patience with her cup o'errunK
With her weary thread outspunK
Murmurs that her work is doneK
'Make our Union bond a chainK
Weak as tow in Freedom's strainK
Link by link shall snap in twainK
'Vainly shall your sand wrought ropeP
Bind the starry cluster upQ
Shattered over heaven's blue copeP
'Give us bright though broken raysR
Rather than eternal hazeR
Clouding o'er the full orbed blazeR
'Take your land of sun and bloomS
Only leave to Freedom roomS
For her plough and forge and loomS
'Take your slavery blackened valesT
Leave us but our own free galesT
Blowing on our thousand sailsT
'Boldly or with treacherous artU
Strike the blood wrought chain apartU
Break the Union's mighty heartU
'Work the ruin if ye willV
Pluck upon your heads an illV
Which shall grow and deepen stillV
'With your bondman's right arm bareW
With his heart of black despairW
Stand alone if stand ye dareW
'Onward with your fell designK
Dig the gulf and draw the lineK
Fire beneath your feet the mineK
'Deeply when the wide abyssX
Yawns between your land and thisX
Shall ye feel your helplessnessY
'By the hearth and in the bedZ
Shaken by a look or treadZ
Ye shall own a guilty dreadZ
'And the curse of unpaid toilA2
Downward through your generous soilA2
Like a fire shall burn and spoilA2
'Our bleak hills shall bud and blowC
VInes our rocks shall overgrowW
Plenty in our valleys flowC
'And when vengeance clouds your skiesB2
Hither shall ye turn your eyesB2
As the lost on ParadiseC2
'We but ask our rocky strandH
Freedom's true and brother bandH
Freedom's strong and honest handH
'Valleys by the slave untrodH
And the Pilgrim's mountain sodH
Blessed of our fathers' God 'D2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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