Battle Hymn Of The Republic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCDDDCEEEFGGGCHHH CABBBCDDDCEEEC GGGC HHHC IIIC| Howe's Final version | A |
| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord | B |
| He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored | B |
| He hath loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword | B |
| His Truth is marching on | C |
| I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps | D |
| They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps | D |
| I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps | D |
| His Day is marching on | C |
| I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel | E |
| 'As ye deal with my contemners so with you my grace shall deal | E |
| Let the Hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel | E |
| Since God is marching on ' | F |
| He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat | G |
| He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat | G |
| Oh be swift my soul to answer Him be jubilant my feet | G |
| Our God is marching on | C |
| In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea | H |
| With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me | H |
| As he died to make men holy let us die to make men free | H |
| While God is marching on | C |
| Howe's First Manuscript Version | A |
| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord | B |
| He is trampling out the wine press where the grapes of wrath are stored | B |
| He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of his terrible swift sword | B |
| His truth is marching on | C |
| I have seen him in the watchfires of an hundred circling camps | D |
| They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps | D |
| I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps | D |
| His day is marching on | C |
| I have read a burning Gospel writ in fiery rows of steel | E |
| As ye deal with my contemners so with you my grace shall deal | E |
| Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel | E |
| Our God is marching on | C |
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| He has sounded out the trumpet that shall never call retreat | G |
| He has waked the earth's dull sorrow with a high ecstatic beat | G |
| Oh be swift my soul to answer him be jubilant my feet | G |
| Our God is marching on | C |
| - | |
| In the whiteness of the lilies he was born across the sea | H |
| With a glory in his bosom that shines out on you and me | H |
| As he died to make men holy let us die to make men free | H |
| Our God is marching on | C |
| - | |
| He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave | I |
| He is wisdom to the mighty he is sucour to the brave | I |
| So the world shall be his footstool and the soul of Time his slave | I |
| Our God is marching on | C |
Julia Ward Howe
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