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 PPPP

THE baleful era of King Gold has vanishedA
And men disgusted with the part they playedB
From out the temple of their hearts are banishedA
The idols that debased the souls they swayedB
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Man yet hath passions and the cause of passionsC
And so will have in his best future stateD
But he hath reason too by which he fashionsC
Them into servants for a purpose greatD
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Instead of self hood and of actions cruelE
Inspired by Love heroic deeds aboundF
And Charity's esteemed a richer jewelE
Than ever yet in Orient mine was foundF
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Instead of falsehood Truth his speech inspirethG
Inspires his thought and permeates the manH
Till lo the utter'd word a worth acquirethG
Which merely written missives never canH
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Instead of Superstition grim and hideousI
Religion triumphs and whate'er obtainJ
No longer Envy can with hints invidiousI
Cause man to visit brother man with painJ
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Thus in ways manifold sublime and gloriousI
The God sprun tenants of the earth at lastK
Arise o'er every mortal ill victoriousI
That made their life a hell life in the pastK
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No longer prompted by fell aspirationsC
Doth man send havoc into realms afarL
But gains from acts of peace more prized ovationsC
Than ever gratified the sons of warM
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No longer to his inner part disloyalE
He learneth from the still small voice he scorn'dN
How to become a king in act more royalE
Than ever yet a throne of gold adorn'dN
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No longer bound to themes abhorred or hatedO
On highest subjects is the mind employedP
And as by war no Land is desolatedP
From lack of love no heart is left a voidP
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By cords of sympathy before the altarQ
Not chains of gold are youth and virgin ledP
And when the trite 'I will' their accents falterQ
From hearts 'tis faltered in affection wedP
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No want of union and no fatal duelE
Fought by two hearts in silence grim if notP
In cruel actions or in words as cruelE
The lot of wedlock makes a bitter lotP
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A circle round the hearth stone young and oldenR
The family gather and their feelings blendP
And interblend till in a concord goldenR
As one they labour for a noble endP
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In time those circles form but inner circlesS
To circles greater till the Nations actP
As one vast soul whose sphere with glory sparklesS
And heaven the dream on earth is heaven the factP
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Onward and upward move the Nations onwardP
And ever upward thus the earth born moveT
Till like the gilded fane that pointeth sunwardP
Their soul flames touch the flames of those aboveU
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Then in a way hard to be comprehendedP
As hills are cleft were hills ere time beganH
So are the barriers asunder rendedP
Which kept apart the Angel and the ManH
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Illumed by a light celestial evenV
To them the light beyond the Veil's unfurledP
And messages of import sweet are givenR
Unto the outer from the inner worldP
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Not dead are found those whom by death seemedP
capturedP
Not tho' their dust be scattered by the windP
Not dead but living and with hearts enrapturedP
Still toiling for the dear ones left behindP
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United soul to loving soul unitedP
Blent heaven and earth in one harmonic wholeW
Glory to God shout one and all unitedP
And halleluiah rings from pole to poleW
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The baleful era of King Gold is vanishedP
The idols that debased the soul they chain'dP
From out the temple of the heart are banishedP
And the Millenium's at last obtainedP

Joseph Skipsey



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