The Cry Of The Little Peoples Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC BB DD EE FF GG HH CC II AA CC JK LL AA AA KK MM NN EE| The Cry of the Little Peoples went up to God in vain | A |
| The Czech and the Pole and the Finn and the Schleswig Dane | A |
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| We ask but a little portion of the green ambitious earth | B |
| Only to sow and sing and reap in the land of our birth | B |
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| We ask not coaling stations nor ports in the China seas | C |
| We leave to the big child nations such rivalries as these | C |
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| We have learned the lesson of Time and we know three things of worth | B |
| Only to sow and sing and reap in the land of our birth | B |
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| O leave us little margins waste ends of land and sea | D |
| A little grass and a hill or two and a shadowing tree | D |
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| O leave us our little rivers that sweetly catch the sky | E |
| To drive our mills and to carry our wood and to ripple by | E |
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| Once long ago as you with hollow pursuit of fame | F |
| We filled all the shaking world with the sound of our name | F |
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| But now are we glad to rest our battles and boasting done | G |
| Glad just to sow and sing and reap in our share of the sun | G |
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| Of this O will ye rob us with a foolish mighty hand | H |
| Add with such cruel sorrow so small a land to your land | H |
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| So might a boy rejoice him to conquer a hive of bees | C |
| Overcome ants in battle we are scarcely more mighty than these | C |
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| So might a cruel heart hear a nightingale singing alone | I |
| And say I am mighty See how the singing stops with a stone | I |
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| Yea he were mighty indeed mighty to crush and to gain | A |
| But the bee and the ant and the bird were the mighty of brain | A |
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| And what shall you gain if you take us and bind us and beat us with thongs | C |
| And drive us to sing underground in a whisper our sad little songs | C |
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| Forbid us the very use of our heart's own nursery tongue | J |
| Is this to be strong ye nations is this to be strong | K |
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| Your vulgar battles to fight and your grocery conquests to keep | L |
| For this shall we break our hearts for this shall our old men weep | L |
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| What gain in the day of battle to the Russ to the German what gain | A |
| The Czech and the Pole and the Finn and the Schleswig Dane | A |
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| The Cry of the Little Peoples goes up to God in vain | A |
| For the world is given over to the cruel sons of Cain | A |
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| The hand that would bless us is weak and the hand that would break us is strong | K |
| And the power of pity is nought but the power of a song | K |
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| The dreams that our fathers dreamed to day are laughter and dust | M |
| And nothing at all in the world is left for a man to trust | M |
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| Let us hope no more or dream or prophesy or pray | N |
| For the iron world no less will crash on its iron way | N |
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| Yea nothing is left but to watch with a helpless pitying eye | E |
| The kind old aims for the world and the kind old fashions die | E |
Richard Le Gallienne
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