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 Hosts | A |
| Deal with us Lord according to our transgressions | B |
| But give us Victory | C |
| Victory victory oh Lord victory | C |
| Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victory | C |
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| Lift Thy wrath up from the day of battle | D |
| And set it on the weight of other days | E |
| Draw Thy strength from us for many days | E |
| So Thou be with us on the day of battle | D |
| And give us victory | C |
| Victory victory oh Lord victory | C |
| Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victory | C |
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| Let the strong arm be as the flag o' the river | F |
| The withered flag that flappeth o'er the river | F |
| When all the flood is dried out of the river | F |
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| Let the brave heart be as a drunkard's bosom | G |
| When the thick fume is frozen in the bosom | G |
| And the bare sin lies shivering in the bosom | G |
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| Let the bold eye be sick and crazed with midnight | H |
| Strained and cracked with aching days of midnight | H |
| Swarmed and foul with creeping shapes of midnight | H |
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| So Thou return upon the day of battle | D |
| So we be strong upon the day of battle | D |
| Be drunk with Thee upon the day of battle | D |
| So Thou shine o'er us in the day of battle | D |
| Shine in the faces of our enemies | I |
| Hot in the faces of our enemies | I |
| Hot o'er the battle and the victory | C |
| Victory victory oh Lord victory | C |
| Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victory | C |
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| Shame us not oh Lord before the wicked | J |
| In our hidden places let Thy wrath | K |
| Afflict us in the secret of our sin | L |
| Convince us be the bones within our flesh | M |
| Marrowed with fire and all the strings of life | N |
| Strung to the twang of torture let the stench | O |
| Of our own strength torment us the desire | F |
| Of our own glorious image in the sea | C |
| Consume us shake the darkness like a tree | C |
| And fill the night with mischiefs blights and dwales | C |
| Weevils and rots and cankers But oh Lord | P |
| Humble us not upon the day of battle | D |
| Hide not Thy face upon the day of battle | D |
| Let it shine o'er us on the day of battle | D |
| Shine in the faces of our enemies | C |
| Hot in the faces of our enemies | C |
| Hot o'er the battle and the victory | C |
| Victory victory oh Lord victory | C |
| Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victory | C |
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| Tho' Thou shouldst glorify us above measure | F |
| Yet will we not forget that Thou art God | Q |
| Honour our land oh Lord honour our land | R |
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| Be Thou her armour in the day of battle | D |
| Whereon the sword of man shall strike in vain | S |
| For Thou canst find the place and leave no scar | T |
| Sting of bee nor fairy spot nor mole | U |
| Yet kill the germ within the core of life | N |
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| Oh lead her in the glory of her beauty | C |
| So that the nations wonder at her beauty | C |
| For Thou canst take her beauty by the heart | V |
| And throw the spout of sorrow from the fountain | W |
| The flood of sorrow thro' the veins of joy | X |
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| Let her soul look out of her eyes of glory | C |
| Lighten oh Lord fron awful eyes of glory | C |
| For Thou canst touch the soul upon its throne | Y |
| The fortressed soul upon its guarded throne | Y |
| Nor scorch the sweet air of the populous splendour | C |
| That comes and goes about a leprous king | Z |
| Therefore fear not to bless us oh Lord God | Q |
| And give us victory | C |
| Victory victory oh Lord victory | C |
| Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victory | C |
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| Sight of home if Thou wilt kiss of love | A2 |
| If Thou wilt children at the knees of peace | C |
| If Thou wilt parents weeping in the door | C |
| Of welcome if Thou wilt but victory | C |
| Victory victory oh Lord victory | C |
| Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victory | C |
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| Pangs if Thou wilt oh Lord Death if Thou wilt | B2 |
| Labour and famine frost and fire and storm | C2 |
| Silent plague and hurricane of battle | D |
| The field grave and the wolf grave and the sea | C |
| But victory victory oh Lord victory | C |
| Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victory | C |
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| Consider Lord the oppressions of the oppressor | C |
| And give us victory | C |
| The tyrant sitteth on his golden throne | Y |
| In palaces of silver to his gates | C |
| The meeting winds blow good from all the world | D2 |
| Who hath undone the mountain where he locks | C |
| His treasure In the armoury of hell | E2 |
| Which engine is not his His name infects | C |
| The air of every zone and to each tongue | F2 |
| From Hecla to the Ganges adds a word | G2 |
| That kills all terms of pride His servants sit | H2 |
| In empires round his empire and outspread | H2 |
| As land beneath the water oh my God | H2 |
| His kingdoms bear the half of all Thy stars | C |
| Who hath out told his princes Who hath summed | H2 |
| His captains From the number of his hosts | C |
| He should forget a nation and not lack | I2 |
| Therefore oh Lord God give us victory | C |
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| The serf is in his hut the unsacred sire | C |
| Who can beget no honour Lo his mate | H2 |
| Dim thro' the reeking garlic she whose womb | J2 |
| Doth shape his ignorant shame and whose young slave | K2 |
| In some far field thickens a knouted hide | H2 |
| For baser generations Their dull eyes | C |
| Are choked with feudal welfare their rank limbs | C |
| Steam in the stye of plenty their rude tongues | C |
| That fill the belly from the common trough | L2 |
| Discharge in gobbets of as gross a speech | M2 |
| That other maw the heart Nor doth the boor | C |
| Refuse his owner's chattel tho' she breed | H2 |
| The rich man's increase nor doth she disdain | S |
| The joyless usage of such limbs as toil | N2 |
| Yoked with the nobler ox and take as mute | H2 |
| A beast's infliction at her stolid side | H2 |
| The girl that shall be such a thing as she | C |
| Suckles the babe she would not with the milk | O2 |
| A bondmaid owes her master Lord Thou seest | H2 |
| Therefore oh Lord God give us victory | C |
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| The captive straineth at the dungeon grate | H2 |
| Behold oh Lord the secret of the rock | P2 |
| The dungeon and the captive and the chain | S |
| Tho' it be hidden under forest leaves | C |
| Tho' it be on the mountains among clouds | C |
| Tho' they point to it as a crag o' the hill | Q2 |
| And say concerning it that the wind waileth | K |
| Thou knowest the inner secret and the sin | L |
| I see his white face at the dungeon bars | C |
| As snow between the bars of winter trees | C |
| He sinketh down upon the dungeon stones | C |
| His white face making light within the dungeon | W |
| The clasp d whiteness of his praying hands | C |
| Flickering a little light within the dungeon | W |
| And thro' the darkness thro' the cavern darkness | C |
| Like to a runnel in a savage wood | H2 |
| Sweet thro' the horror of the hollow dark | R2 |
| He sings the song of home in the strange land | H2 |
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| How long oh Lord of thunder Victory | C |
| Lord God of vengeance give us victory | C |
| Victory victory oh Lord victory | C |
| Oh Lord victory Lord Lord victory | C |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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