Hymn For The Fair At Chicago Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIK LMLM FNFN

O GOD in danger's darkest hourA
In battle's deadliest fieldB
Thy name has been our Nation's towerA
Thy truth her help and shieldB
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Our lips should fill the air with praiseC
Nor pay the debt we oweD
So high above the songs we raiseC
The floods of mercy flowD
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Yet Thou wilt hear the prayer we speakE
The song of praise we singF
Thy children who thine altar seekE
Their grateful gifts to bringF
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Thine altar is the sufferer's bedG
The home of woe and painH
The soldier's turfy pillow redG
With battle's crimson rainH
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No smoke of burning stains the airI
No incense clouds ariseJ
Thy peaceful servants Lord prepareI
A bloodless sacrificeK
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Lo for our wounded brothers' needL
We bear the wine and oilM
For us they faint for us they bleedL
For them our gracious toilM
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O Father bless the gifts we bringF
Cause Thou thy face to shineN
Till every nation owns her KingF
And all the earth is thineN

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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