The Lost Master Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAACDCE FAFAGDGD HIHIAJAJDAD| And when I come to die he said | A |
| Ye shall not lay me out in state | B |
| Nor leave your laurels at my head | A |
| Nor cause your men of speech orate | A |
| No monument your gift shall be | C |
| No column in the Hall of Fame | D |
| But just this line ye grave for me | C |
| He played the game ' | E |
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| So when his glorious task was done | F |
| It was not of his fame we thought | A |
| It was not of his battles won | F |
| But of the pride with which he fought | A |
| But of his zest his ringing laugh | G |
| His trenchant scorn of praise or blame | D |
| And so we graved his epitaph | G |
| He played the game | D |
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| And so we too in humbler ways | H |
| Went forth to fight the fight anew | I |
| And heeding neither blame nor praise | H |
| We held the course he set us true | I |
| And we too find the fighting sweet | A |
| And we too fight for fighting's sake | J |
| And though we go down in defeat | A |
| And though our stormy hearts may break | J |
| We will not do our Master shame | D |
| We'll play the game please God | A |
| We'll play the game | D |
Robert William Service
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