The Settler Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE FGFGHIHI JKJKLMLM NOPOQRQR STSTIUIS VWVWSXSX YZYZBSBS

South African War ended MayA
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Here where my fresh turned furrows runB
And the deep soil glistens redC
I will repair the wrong that was doneB
To the living and the deadC
Here where the senseless bullet fellD
And the barren shrapnel burstE
I will plant a tree I will dig a wellD
Against the heat and the thirstE
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Here in a large and a sunlit landF
Where no wrong bites to the boneG
I will lay my hand in my neighbour's handF
And together we will atoneG
For the set folly and the red breachH
And the black waste of it allI
Giving and taking counsel eachH
Over the cattle kraalI
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Here will we join against our foesJ
The hailstroke and the stormK
And the red and rustling cloud that blowsJ
The locust's mile deep swarmK
Frost and murrain and floods let looseL
Shall launch us side by sideM
In the holy wars that have no truceL
'Twixt seed and harvest tideM
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Earth where we rode to slay or be slainN
Our love shall redeem unto lifeO
We will gather and lead to her lips againP
The waters of ancient strifeO
From the far and fiercely guarded streamsQ
And the pools where we lay in waitR
Till the corn cover our evil dreamsQ
And the young corn our hateR
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And when we bring old fights to mindS
We will not remember the sinT
If there be blood on his head of my kindS
Or blood on my head of his kinT
For the ungrazed upland the untilled leaI
Cry and the fields forlornU
quot The dead must bury their dead but yeI
Ye serve an host unborn quotS
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Bless then Our God the new yoked ploughV
And the good beasts that drawW
And the bread we eat in the sweat of our browV
According to Thy LawW
After us cometh a multitudeS
Prosper the work of our handsX
That we may feed with our land's foodS
The folk of all our landsX
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Here in the waves and the troughs of the plainsY
Where the healing stillness liesZ
And the vast benignant sky restrainsY
And the long days make wiseZ
Bless to our use the rain and the sunB
And the blind seed in its bedS
That we may repair the wrong that was doneB
To the living and the deadS

Rudyard Kipling



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