The Song Of The Sons Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEFFGG

One from the ends of the earth gifts at an open doorA
Treason has much but we Mother thy sons have moreA
From the whine of a dying man from the snarl of a wolf pack freedB
Turn and the world is thine Mother be proud of thy seedB
Count are we feeble or few Hear is our speech so rudeC
Look are we poor in the land Judge are we men of The BloodD
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Those that have stayed at thy knees Mother go call them inE
We that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our kinE
Not in the dark do we fight haggle and flout and gibeF
Selling our love for a price loaning our hearts for a bribeF
Gifts have we only to day Love without promise or feeG
Hear for thy children speak from the uttermost parts of the seaG

Rudyard Kipling



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