Louis Riel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGH IJKL MFNF OPQP RSTU PVKV DWXW XYZY KA2XA2 B2C2B2C2| Misguided man thy turbid life | A |
| This day in shameful death shall close | B |
| And thou shalt ne'er behold the sun | C |
| That in thy sight this morn arose | D |
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| The moon which yestere'en so clear | E |
| Shone thro' thy cell's small window pane | F |
| No more shalt thou behold its light | G |
| Or see its chasten'd rays again | H |
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| No more thy voice 'mong savage hordes | I |
| Shall sound with baneful potent spell | J |
| To make them rise with savage force | K |
| And 'gainst their country's laws rebel | L |
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| And thou art calm in trustful hope | M |
| And conscience gives thee little pain | F |
| 'Tis strange but man's a myst'ry deep | N |
| Unsolv'd in finite thought's domain | F |
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| The scaffold's there and thou art firm | O |
| Thou walkest forth upon it now | P |
| The thoughts within thy breast are hid | Q |
| But calm and peaceful is thy brow | P |
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| The man of God thy faithful friend | R |
| Of brighter days and happier years | S |
| Upon thy cheek with holy lips | T |
| A kiss imprints 'mid blinding tears | U |
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| The priest and thou art praying now | P |
| For thy poor soul before 'tis gone | V |
| When suddenly with crashing force | K |
| The door descends the bolt is drawn | V |
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| And what can be the pray'r of those | D |
| Who learn'd with awe thy dreadful death | W |
| It is that thou God's mercy found | X |
| Before thou yielded up thy breath | W |
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| It is that thou that mercy found | X |
| Which thou to others never gave | Y |
| That thy rebellious restless soul | Z |
| A pardon found beyond the grave | Y |
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| Man's justice had to take its course | K |
| And tie the fatal hempen knot | A2 |
| For vengeance cried from out the ground | X |
| Where lay the blood of murder'd Scott | A2 |
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| But who shall say e'en such a cry | B2 |
| Did drown the voice of pard'ning love | C2 |
| Which comes to sins of deepest dye | B2 |
| From Him who died but reigns above | C2 |
Thomas Frederick Young
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