The Republic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Not they the greatA
Who build authority around a StateA
And firm on calumny and party hateA
Base their ambition Nor the great are theyB
Who with disturbance make their wayB
Mindful of but to dayB
And individual ends that so compelC
They know not what they do yet do it wellC
Butthey the greatA
Who sacrifice their honor for the StateA
And set their sealD
Upon the writing consecrateA
Of time and fateA
That says 'He suffered for a People's wealD
Or calm of soul and eyeE
Helped to eliminateA
The Madness that makes Progress its wild cryE
And for its policyF
Self a divinityF
That on illusions thrivesG
And knows not whither its desire drivesG
Till on the rocks its headlong vessel rives 'H
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God of the wiseJ
On whom the People waitA
And who at last all evils wilt abateA
Make Thou more keen men's eyesJ
Let them behold how Thou at length wilt bringK
From turmoil and confusion now that clingK
About the Nation's feetL
Order and calm and peaceM
With harmony of purpose wing to wingK
As out of Chaos sprangN
Light and its co mate Law when loud Thy summons rangN
High instruments of power never to ceaseM
Spirits of destinyF
Who from their lofty seatL
Shall put down hate and strife's insanityF
And all contentions old that eatL
The country to the quickO
And Common Sense the Lion Heart now sickO
Forth from his dungeon cellD
Go freeF
With Song his bold Blond lD
And stretching forth a stalwart armP
To laboring land and seaF
With his glad coming warmQ
The land to one accord one sympathyF
Of soul whose strength shall standR
For something more than gold to all the landR
Making more sure the tiesJ
Of freedom and equalityF
And Progress who unto the watchful skiesJ
Unfurls his banner and with challenging handR
Leads on the world's empriseJ
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God of the just and wiseJ
Behold why is it that our mortal eyesJ
Are not more open to the good that liesJ
Around our feet the blessings in disguiseJ
That go with us about our daily deedsS
Attending all our needsS
Why is it that so rich and prodigalD
We will complainT
Of Nature her whose liberal handR
Summer and spring and fallD
Pours out abundance on the LandR
Cotton and oil and grainT
O God make men more saneT
Help them to understandR
And trust in her who never failed her dueU
Who never camped with Famine and his crewU
Or made allyE
Of the wild House of old CalamityF
But always faithfullyF
Year after generous yearV
From forth her barque of plenty stanch of sailD
Poured big abundance What did lies availD
Or what did fearV
To make her largess fail They who descryV
Raising a hue and cryV
Disaster's Harpies darkening the skyV
Each month that comes and goes are they not lessW
Of insight than the beasts of hill and fieldX
Who take no worry knowing Earth will yieldX
Her usual harvest a sufficiencyF
For all and more yea even enough to blessW
The sons of Greed who make a market of liesJ
And blacken blessings unto credulous eyesJ
Turning them curses till on every handR
They see as Speculation seesY
God's benefactions rain and sun and snowZ
Working destruction in the landR
The camping ground of old hostilitiesY
Changing all joy to woeZ
With visitations of her wrath withalD
Proclaiming her our mother Nature foeZ
Undeviating to our hopes belowZ
Nature who never yet has failed to bless us allD
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By the long leagues of cotton Texas rollsA2
And Mississippi bollsA2
By the wide seas of wheatL
The far Dakotas beatL
Against the barriers of the mountainlandL
And by the miles of maizeB2
Nebraska laysB2
Like a vast carpet inC2
Her House of Nights and DaysB2
Where glittering in council meetL
The Spirits of the Cold and HeatL
With old Fertility whose heart they winC2
By all the wealth repleteL
Within our scanD2
From Florida to where the snows beginC2
Made manifest of Nature unto ManD2
BeholdL
The Land is as a mighty scroll unrolledL
Whereon God writes His nameE2
In harvest green and goldL
And russet making fair as oft of oldL
Each d dal part He decorates the sameE2
With splendors manifoldL
Of mountains and of rivers fruits and flowersF2
Sealing each passage of the rubric HoursF2
With esoteric powersF2
Of life and love and all their mysteryF
Through which men yet may seeF
The truth that shall refute the fool that criesJ
'God has forgot us and our great emprise '-
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Of elemental moldL
God made our Country wombing her with goldL
And veining her with copper iron and coalD
Making her strong for her appointed goalD
High on her eagled peaks His rainbow gleamsG2
Its mighty message in her mountain streamsG2
His voice is heard and on the wind and rainT
Ride PotenciesG2
And Portents of His purpose while she dreamsG2
Of great achievements great activitiesG2
And weariless of brainT
From plain to busy plainT
And peak to plateau with unresting handL
Along the laboring landL
She speeds swift train on trainT
Feeling the urge in her of energiesG2
That bear her business onH2
From jubilant dawn to dawnI2
From where the snow makes dumbJ2
Alaskan heights to where like hives of beesG2
The prairies humJ2
With cities while around her girdling seasG2
Ships go and comeJ2
Servants and slaves of her vast industriesG2
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And He who sits aboveZ
And watching seesG2
Her dreams become great actualitiesG2
Out of His loveZ
Will He continue to bestowL
Blessings upon her even more and moreV
Until their storeV
Shall pass the count of all the dreams we knowL
Why heedL
The sordid souls that worship GreedL
The vampire lives that feedL
Feast and grow fatL
On what they name the ProletariatL
Wringing with blood and sweatL
From forth the nation's muscle heart and brainT
The strength that keeps her saneT
They too shall have their day and cease to beF
Ignoble souls who for a market setL
Before the People's eyesG2
A scarecrow trainT
Of fabrications rumors antic liesG2
Of havoc and calamityF
Panic appearances of Famine WarV
That for the moment barV
The path of Truth and work their selfish gainT
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God of the simple and the wiseG2
Grant us more light and leadL
The great adventure to its mighty endL
From Thy o'erarching skiesG2
Still give us heedL
And make more clear the way that onward liesG2
Not wealth now is her needL
The great Republic's Wealth the child of GreedL
Nay nay O God but for the dream we pleadL
The dream as well as deedL
The Dream of Beauty which shall so descendL
From Thee and with her inmost being blendL
That it shall help her causeG2
More than all temporal lawsG2
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Now for her soul's increaseG2
And spirit's peaceG2
Curb the bright d mon SpeedL
Grant her releaseG2
From strife and let the joy that springsG2
From love of lowly thingsG2
Possess her soul and pleadL
For work that counts for something to the heartL
And grows immortal partL
Of life the work called ArtL
And let Love leadL
Her softly all her days with quiet handL
Sowing the fruitful landL
With spiritual seedL
Of wisdom from which blossoms shall expandL
Of vital beauty and her fame increaseG2
More than the wealth of all the centuriesG2
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God of the wiseG2
The meek and humble who still look to TheeF
Holding to sanityF
And truth and purpose of the great empriseG2
Keep her secureV
And beautiful and pureV
As when in ages past Thou didst deviseG2
Saying within Thy heart 'She shall endureV
A great Republic ' Let her course be sureV
O God and in detraction's spiteL
Unquestionably rightL
And in the nightL
If night there must be light a beacon lightL
To guide her safely through the strifeZ
The conflict of her soul with passions rifeZ
Oh raise some man of mightL
Whose mind shall put down storm and stress of lifeZ
And kindle anew the lamp whose light shall burnK2
A Pharos in the stormsG2
That shall arise and with confusion shakeL2
Foundations of the walls of CivilizationM2
A pillar of flame beholdL
Like that of oldL
Which Israel followed and its bondage brakeL2
Leading each night lost NationM2
To refuge in her armsG2
Freedom's away from all the TyranniesG2
Of all the CenturiesG2
Safe on her heart to learnK2
To hush its heart's alarmsG2

Madison Julius Cawein



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