In War-time A Psalm Of The Heart Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCC DEEDCCC FFF GGG HHH DDDDIICCC JKLMNOFCCCPDDDCCCCC FQR DSTUN CCVWX CCYYCZQCCC A2CCCCC B2C2DCCC CCYCD2CE2CF2G2H2H2H2 CH2CI2C CH2J2K2H2CCCL2M2CH2S N2H2H2CO2H2C H2P2SCCQ2KLCCCWCWCH2 R2H2 CCCC

Scourge us as Thou wilt oh Lord God of HostsA
Deal with us Lord according to our transgressionsB
But give us VictoryC
Victory victory oh Lord victoryC
Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victoryC
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Lift Thy wrath up from the day of battleD
And set it on the weight of other daysE
Draw Thy strength from us for many daysE
So Thou be with us on the day of battleD
And give us victoryC
Victory victory oh Lord victoryC
Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victoryC
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Let the strong arm be as the flag o' the riverF
The withered flag that flappeth o'er the riverF
When all the flood is dried out of the riverF
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Let the brave heart be as a drunkard's bosomG
When the thick fume is frozen in the bosomG
And the bare sin lies shivering in the bosomG
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Let the bold eye be sick and crazed with midnightH
Strained and cracked with aching days of midnightH
Swarmed and foul with creeping shapes of midnightH
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So Thou return upon the day of battleD
So we be strong upon the day of battleD
Be drunk with Thee upon the day of battleD
So Thou shine o'er us in the day of battleD
Shine in the faces of our enemiesI
Hot in the faces of our enemiesI
Hot o'er the battle and the victoryC
Victory victory oh Lord victoryC
Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victoryC
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Shame us not oh Lord before the wickedJ
In our hidden places let Thy wrathK
Afflict us in the secret of our sinL
Convince us be the bones within our fleshM
Marrowed with fire and all the strings of lifeN
Strung to the twang of torture let the stenchO
Of our own strength torment us the desireF
Of our own glorious image in the seaC
Consume us shake the darkness like a treeC
And fill the night with mischiefs blights and dwalesC
Weevils and rots and cankers But oh LordP
Humble us not upon the day of battleD
Hide not Thy face upon the day of battleD
Let it shine o'er us on the day of battleD
Shine in the faces of our enemiesC
Hot in the faces of our enemiesC
Hot o'er the battle and the victoryC
Victory victory oh Lord victoryC
Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victoryC
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Tho' Thou shouldst glorify us above measureF
Yet will we not forget that Thou art GodQ
Honour our land oh Lord honour our landR
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Be Thou her armour in the day of battleD
Whereon the sword of man shall strike in vainS
For Thou canst find the place and leave no scarT
Sting of bee nor fairy spot nor moleU
Yet kill the germ within the core of lifeN
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Oh lead her in the glory of her beautyC
So that the nations wonder at her beautyC
For Thou canst take her beauty by the heartV
And throw the spout of sorrow from the fountainW
The flood of sorrow thro' the veins of joyX
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Let her soul look out of her eyes of gloryC
Lighten oh Lord fron awful eyes of gloryC
For Thou canst touch the soul upon its throneY
The fortressed soul upon its guarded throneY
Nor scorch the sweet air of the populous splendourC
That comes and goes about a leprous kingZ
Therefore fear not to bless us oh Lord GodQ
And give us victoryC
Victory victory oh Lord victoryC
Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victoryC
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Sight of home if Thou wilt kiss of loveA2
If Thou wilt children at the knees of peaceC
If Thou wilt parents weeping in the doorC
Of welcome if Thou wilt but victoryC
Victory victory oh Lord victoryC
Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victoryC
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Pangs if Thou wilt oh Lord Death if Thou wiltB2
Labour and famine frost and fire and stormC2
Silent plague and hurricane of battleD
The field grave and the wolf grave and the seaC
But victory victory oh Lord victoryC
Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victoryC
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Consider Lord the oppressions of the oppressorC
And give us victoryC
The tyrant sitteth on his golden throneY
In palaces of silver to his gatesC
The meeting winds blow good from all the worldD2
Who hath undone the mountain where he locksC
His treasure In the armoury of hellE2
Which engine is not his His name infectsC
The air of every zone and to each tongueF2
From Hecla to the Ganges adds a wordG2
That kills all terms of pride His servants sitH2
In empires round his empire and outspreadH2
As land beneath the water oh my GodH2
His kingdoms bear the half of all Thy starsC
Who hath out told his princes Who hath summedH2
His captains From the number of his hostsC
He should forget a nation and not lackI2
Therefore oh Lord God give us victoryC
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The serf is in his hut the unsacred sireC
Who can beget no honour Lo his mateH2
Dim thro' the reeking garlic she whose wombJ2
Doth shape his ignorant shame and whose young slaveK2
In some far field thickens a knouted hideH2
For baser generations Their dull eyesC
Are choked with feudal welfare their rank limbsC
Steam in the stye of plenty their rude tonguesC
That fill the belly from the common troughL2
Discharge in gobbets of as gross a speechM2
That other maw the heart Nor doth the boorC
Refuse his owner's chattel tho' she breedH2
The rich man's increase nor doth she disdainS
The joyless usage of such limbs as toilN2
Yoked with the nobler ox and take as muteH2
A beast's infliction at her stolid sideH2
The girl that shall be such a thing as sheC
Suckles the babe she would not with the milkO2
A bondmaid owes her master Lord Thou seestH2
Therefore oh Lord God give us victoryC
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The captive straineth at the dungeon grateH2
Behold oh Lord the secret of the rockP2
The dungeon and the captive and the chainS
Tho' it be hidden under forest leavesC
Tho' it be on the mountains among cloudsC
Tho' they point to it as a crag o' the hillQ2
And say concerning it that the wind wailethK
Thou knowest the inner secret and the sinL
I see his white face at the dungeon barsC
As snow between the bars of winter treesC
He sinketh down upon the dungeon stonesC
His white face making light within the dungeonW
The clasp d whiteness of his praying handsC
Flickering a little light within the dungeonW
And thro' the darkness thro' the cavern darknessC
Like to a runnel in a savage woodH2
Sweet thro' the horror of the hollow darkR2
He sings the song of home in the strange landH2
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How long oh Lord of thunder VictoryC
Lord God of vengeance give us victoryC
Victory victory oh Lord victoryC
Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victoryC

Sydney Thompson Dobell



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