The Downfall Of Mammon; Or, The Poet's Dream Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ IKIK CLCM ENEN OPPP QPQP EPEP RPRP SPSP PTPU PHPH VPRP PPPPP PWPW PPPPTHE baleful era of King Gold has vanished | A |
And men disgusted with the part they played | B |
From out the temple of their hearts are banished | A |
The idols that debased the souls they swayed | B |
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Man yet hath passions and the cause of passions | C |
And so will have in his best future state | D |
But he hath reason too by which he fashions | C |
Them into servants for a purpose great | D |
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Instead of self hood and of actions cruel | E |
Inspired by Love heroic deeds abound | F |
And Charity's esteemed a richer jewel | E |
Than ever yet in Orient mine was found | F |
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Instead of falsehood Truth his speech inspireth | G |
Inspires his thought and permeates the man | H |
Till lo the utter'd word a worth acquireth | G |
Which merely written missives never can | H |
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Instead of Superstition grim and hideous | I |
Religion triumphs and whate'er obtain | J |
No longer Envy can with hints invidious | I |
Cause man to visit brother man with pain | J |
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Thus in ways manifold sublime and glorious | I |
The God sprun tenants of the earth at last | K |
Arise o'er every mortal ill victorious | I |
That made their life a hell life in the past | K |
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No longer prompted by fell aspirations | C |
Doth man send havoc into realms afar | L |
But gains from acts of peace more prized ovations | C |
Than ever gratified the sons of war | M |
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No longer to his inner part disloyal | E |
He learneth from the still small voice he scorn'd | N |
How to become a king in act more royal | E |
Than ever yet a throne of gold adorn'd | N |
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No longer bound to themes abhorred or hated | O |
On highest subjects is the mind employed | P |
And as by war no Land is desolated | P |
From lack of love no heart is left a void | P |
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By cords of sympathy before the altar | Q |
Not chains of gold are youth and virgin led | P |
And when the trite 'I will' their accents falter | Q |
From hearts 'tis faltered in affection wed | P |
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No want of union and no fatal duel | E |
Fought by two hearts in silence grim if not | P |
In cruel actions or in words as cruel | E |
The lot of wedlock makes a bitter lot | P |
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A circle round the hearth stone young and olden | R |
The family gather and their feelings blend | P |
And interblend till in a concord golden | R |
As one they labour for a noble end | P |
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In time those circles form but inner circles | S |
To circles greater till the Nations act | P |
As one vast soul whose sphere with glory sparkles | S |
And heaven the dream on earth is heaven the fact | P |
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Onward and upward move the Nations onward | P |
And ever upward thus the earth born move | T |
Till like the gilded fane that pointeth sunward | P |
Their soul flames touch the flames of those above | U |
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Then in a way hard to be comprehended | P |
As hills are cleft were hills ere time began | H |
So are the barriers asunder rended | P |
Which kept apart the Angel and the Man | H |
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Illumed by a light celestial even | V |
To them the light beyond the Veil's unfurled | P |
And messages of import sweet are given | R |
Unto the outer from the inner world | P |
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Not dead are found those whom by death seemed | P |
captured | P |
Not tho' their dust be scattered by the wind | P |
Not dead but living and with hearts enraptured | P |
Still toiling for the dear ones left behind | P |
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United soul to loving soul united | P |
Blent heaven and earth in one harmonic whole | W |
Glory to God shout one and all united | P |
And halleluiah rings from pole to pole | W |
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The baleful era of King Gold is vanished | P |
The idols that debased the soul they chain'd | P |
From out the temple of the heart are banished | P |
And the Millenium's at last obtained | P |
Joseph Skipsey
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