Japan,'old And New Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHJKLK MNONPQRQ STUTVWIW XYZYA2CEC ZB2C2B2CHD2H E2F2G2F2H2MI2M J2K2AK2L2M2L2M2 F2QN2QO2I2P2I2 OQ2R2Q2S2HOH T2U2OU2V2W2OW2 OOGOOOX2O SOY2OOOZ2O V2OOOA3X2RX2 OOKOB3C3H2C3 D3OOOE3TF3T OG3EG3OHOH OWGWH3EFE

The son of a Japanese lord am IA
A Prince of the olden timeB
My hair is white though black as nightC
In my youth and early primeB
And again and again I ask myselfD
As the past I sadly scanE
Are we better or worse Was it blessing or curseF
That foreigners brought JapanE
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It is barely two score years and tenG
Since the epoch making dayH
When a foreign fleet through the summer heatI
Came sailing up our bayH
Still ring in my ears my father's wordsJ
As we watched it breast the wavesK
If strangers land on Nippon's strandL
We may one day be their slavesK
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But the strangers landed and asked for tradeM
And a permanent Open DoorN
And we deemed it best to grant the WestO
A foothold on our shoreN
Their slaves in truth we have not becomeP
Yet who can fail to findQ
That Japan obeys in a thousand waysR
The will of the western mindQ
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We sent our sons across the seasS
To learn from the Western PowersT
Their modes of life and their modes of strifeU
And have made them largely oursT
But before all else have we learned from themV
That our first great aim must beW
To possess a fleet that can defeatI
All rivals on the seaW
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Hence all that the West hath yet devisedX
For the slaughter of men en masseY
We have copied or bought and have stopped at naughtZ
To make our fleet first classY
And lest this might not quite sufficeA2
Should an enemy come in sightC
We have made each man throughout JapanE
A soldier trained to fightC
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But alas for the change that hath been wroughtZ
In the millions in our fieldsB2
For the costly ships take from their lipsC2
The food that the harvest yieldsB2
They were always poor but their load was lightC
Compared with their load to dayH
For thousands of hands that worked the landsD2
Are drafted now awayH
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And sad are the scenes in the sphere of ArtE2
In which we had won such fameF2
The fingers left are not so deftG2
As they were when the strangers cameF2
For then we toiled for Beauty's sakeH2
And by time were we never paidM
But now we have sold our art for goldI2
And the western market's tradeM
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I never look at the goods now sentJ2
So worthless do they seemK2
Without a sigh for the standard highA
Which prevailed in the old regimeK2
When even the hilt of a Daimio's swordL2
Was a work of months or yearsM2
And the highest reward for a triumph scoredL2
Was praise from the artist's peersM2
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No the soul of my people is not the sameF2
It was formerly sweet and kindQ
And happiness reigned in hearts restrainedN2
By an unspoiled gentle mindQ
But now the lusts of the outer worldO2
For power and lands and goldI2
Our sons deprave till they madly craveP2
What others have and holdI2
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We have borrowed many things from the WestO
But one have we left aloneQ2
Of its Christian creed we had no needR2
And have thus far kept our ownQ2
For each of its numerous sects affirmsS2
That it has the only wayH
And that all the rest should be suppressedO
For they lead mankind astrayH
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But worse than the claims of rival sectsT2
And the war of clashing creedsU2
Is the gulf heaven wide which we descriedO
Between their words and deedsU2
For He whose sacred name they bearV2
Was known as the Prince of PeaceW2
And what He taught in practice wroughtO
Would cause all wars to ceaseW2
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They say with truth that we used to fightO
For our Lords on sea and coastO
But our soldiers then were as one to tenG
Not a permanent armored hostO
Nor do we claim to obey the GodO
They worship in the WestO
But since they do is it not trueX2
That they mock at His first behestO
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His words were Love your enemiesS
And never a hostile actO
To friend or foe should Christians showY2
By whomsoever attackedO
But they are really the best preparedO
To attack and to resistO
And the Kaiser who prays is the Kaiser who saysZ2
Go Strike with the mailed fistO
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We look abroad and everywhereV2
The spirit of Christ is deadO
Men call Him Lord but they draw the swordO
In defiance of what He saidO
And the haughty white skinned Christian raceA3
Hates men of a different hueX2
And robs and slays in a thousand waysR
With excuses ever newX2
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In the North and South in the East and WestO
In vain do the natives pleadO
By the Congo's waves are countless gravesK
Where the Paleface gluts his greedO
And China's fate looms dark and grimB3
As its people note the meansC3
That Christians take when gold's at stakeH2
From the Rand to the PhilippinesC3
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We have had to choose between the ruleD3
Of the Sermon on the MountO
And the brutal fact that nations actO
With an eye to their bank accountO
And we see that the only way to shunE3
The clutch of the Western PowersT
Is to learn to kill with Christian skillF3
And to make their weapons oursT
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For we will not like the others bendO
Our necks to the white man's yokeG3
And poor Japan to her latest manE
Will answer stroke with strokeG3
So I watch to night a solemn sightO
On the breast of the moonlit bayH
As our gallant host for a hostile coastO
Prepares to sail awayH
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It is life or death for my native landO
And I fear I may never seeW
Those ships again with their noble menG
Return from victoryW
And well I know in my heart of heartsH3
As the past I sadly scanE
That we are worse and it was a curseF
That foreigners brought JapanE

John L. Stoddard



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