King Erick's Faith Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEEE FFGG DDHH DDII JKLL MMDD| In Upsal's stately Minster before the altar stands | A |
| The Swedish King brave Erick with high uplifted hands | A |
| His royal robes are round him the crown upon his head | B |
| And thus before his people right sovranly he said | B |
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| God whoso trusteth in Thee will never rue his trust | C |
| If God the Lord be with us our foes shall flee like dust | C |
| He spake from priests and people rose up the answering cry | D |
| If God the Lord be with us all danger we defy | D |
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| Scarce through the aisles is dying their mingled voices' din | E |
| A pallid slave disordered comes rushing wildly in | E |
| Now God us aid Skalater the Dane has come agen | E |
| Fast pouring down the mountains with seven hundred men | E |
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| King Erick heard him calmly then strong in faith replied | F |
| What man can fight against us with God upon our side | F |
| A second slave comes rushing all breathless as the first | G |
| The gate is down Skalater each bar and bolt hath burst | G |
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| King Erick's brow grew paler but still he looked on high | D |
| If God the Lord be with us no danger need we fly | D |
| In comes another trembling but ere he uttered sound | H |
| The Danish axes glisten they cleave him to the ground | H |
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| Then rose a fearful tumult then rose a wildered cry | D |
| Skalater comes in fury defenceless we must die | D |
| Skalater comes in fury with all his pagan hordes | I |
| And Priest and King and Altar must fall beneath their swords | I |
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| King Erick's glance grew prouder he grasp'd the golden rood | J |
| He held it high to Heaven as on Skalater strode | K |
| Lo from each wound the seven pours forth a thousand rays | L |
| And down to earth Skalater sinks dazzled by the blaze | L |
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| They're prostrate on their foreheads the seven hundred Danes | M |
| Praying the God to spare them who guards the Christian fanes | M |
| But Erick and his people lift up the joyful cry | D |
| Our God the Lord has conquered all praise to Him on high | D |
Lady Jane Wilde
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