The Johnstown Disaster, 1889 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Look down ye Alleghenies into the Conemaugh valeA
And see the rising waters and hear the bitter wailA
The swollen streams now empty their contents in the lakeB
The waters rise to kiss the skies and walls of granite shakeB
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Oh hear that awful booming the dam has given wayC
An avalanche of water God's hand alone can stayC
Oh leap ye hills before it and keep this torrent backD
Or devastated towns and homes will mark its onward trackD
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Look down ye Alleghenies upon this vale of woeE
Ten thousand corpses at your base their soulless faces showE
Some hid beneath the debris some covered o'er with slimeF
Their spirits fled to meet their God beyond the shores of timeF
The aged sire and lassie the careworn mother tooG
With her strong son whom she had hoped would guard life's journey thro'H
Are lying there together the old and young alikeI
Their plans and purposes cut off no power to love or strikeI
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Bow down ye Alleghenies and weep o'er thousands slainJ
Who yesterday were all intent this present world to gainJ
Their active brain is sleeping their busy hands are stillK
Bright hopes are blasted in an hour ambitions cease to thrillK
Their mansions with their bodies the flood has borne awayC
The rich and poor together rest till resurrection dayC
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Now leap for joy ye mountains for all is not in vainJ
For as it was in Noah's flood it ever will remainJ
God cares for those who love Him He holds them in His handL
And wind and wave obey His will and rest at His commandL
Some sank beneath the freshet and now with others lieM
But God prepared another ark to bear their souls on highM
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See floating with the wreckage borne onward by the tideN
A loving mother with her babe close sheltered at her sideN
One hand has grasped a rafter the other guards her childO
Oh how she pleads with God and man in accents loud and wildO
Men hear but give no answer no human hand can saveP
Her voice alas is hushed in death by the relentless waveP
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But God has heard her pleading and now His angel bearsQ
Their deathless souls to dwell with Him where free from toils and caresQ
Her voice rings out in gladness the notes of that blest psalmR
The prophet heard the elders sing of Moses and the LambS
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And see this lovely maiden a mother's hope and prideN
The sunbeam of a Christian home and the affianced brideN
Of one who loved her dearly and loved her not in vainJ
For he had won a loyal heart and hand without a stainJ
But he lies 'neath the billows and she will join him soonT
Hark hark she sings in accents sweet to old familiar tuneT
Jesus lover of my soulU
Let me to Thy bosom fly etcV
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Her prayer also is answered for see the roof is bareH
The current swept the slippery raft the maiden is not thereH
An angel band descended her lover led the wayC
And now she joins her loved and lost in realms of endless dayC
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Look down ye Alleghenies from your colossal heightsW
And witness an heroic deed bright gleam 'midst horrid sightsW
See Periton has mounted his famous large bay steedX
And flies not to the mountains but at his greatest speedX
He gallops down the valley to warn of pending fateY
And cries aloud Flee for your lives flee ere it be too lateY
The Conemaugh dam is broken destruction comes apaceZ
Leave all and to the mountains flee leave all and win the raceZ
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Each creek becomes a river each pool a little seaA2
The tidal wave comes rushing on men know not where to fleeA2
But on he rides still shouting as angels did of oldB2
Flee Flee ye to the mountain Flee forsake your homes and goldB2
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His horse now shares his spirit and leaps each swollen streamC2
With panting flanks and nostrils wide and breath like scalding steamC2
He dashes down the roadway and fairly seems to flyM
Obedient to his rider's rein resolved to do or dieM
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Some heed our hero's warning See toward the hills they flyM
Will Periton now turn aside or like a hero dieM
Straight on he goes brave fellow to turn aside he scornedD2
His life he deems of little worth if other men be warnedD2
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We honor those brave soldiers who scaled the rampart heightE2
To plant the standard of their queen in the defence of rightE2
The fire was hot before them and bursting shells o'erheadE2
Yet on they pressed till bullet pierced they fell our honored deadE2
But he I hold was braver who ran his race aloneF2
No comrade's cheer to urge him on no bugle blast was blownF2
Nor grand review to follow if he should win the dayE2
But thoughts of self were all too weak his onward course to stayE2
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Spur up your steed brave fellow the flood is at his heelsG2
Too late the waves now gird him round the gallant rider reelsG2
Entombed beneath the debris his warning voice is stilledE2
But he I trust ran not in vain his mission is fulfilledE2
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Like Jesus he saved others yet would not save himselfH2
The plaudits of the world sought not but scorned its praise and pelfH2
He still sat in the saddle and held the guiding reinJ
Yet wind and wave awoke him not and thunders roared in vainJ
His spirit had ascended death set the hero freeA2
And God shall say in His great day Thou didst it unto MeA2
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Look down ye Alleghenies with ever darkening frownI2
Upon the selfishness which caused the ruin of JohnstownI2
A reservoir was fashioned of full three miles in lengthJ2
An inland lake kept back by dam of insufficient strengthJ2
No mills were driven by it no water works suppliedE2
A few rich men for selfish sport claimed all these waters wideE2
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They rode upon its surface in skiff and bark canoeG
Shot grouse and duck caught fish and eel and held their title trueG
For other people's safety took not a single thoughtE2
Ten thousand lives were less to them than fish thus daily caughtE2
The dam revealed its weakness by frequent leaks but theyE2
Turned not aside to strengthen it till came the fateful dayE2
But God who rules the nations to whom all bow the kneeA2
Will say to them on judgment day Ye did it not to MeA2

Joseph Horatio Chant



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