Victory Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A ABAB CDDDDDDD EFGAFFHFIFH JJJFFFKFHALG BBFFBBBBMMBF MAFANNNONPQQRAEAPONB BBNEA PNOSNEA FFTUGJJDDDVDWWAXXAEA

An AnticipationA
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As sure as God's in His HeavenA
As sure as He stands for RightB
As sure as the hun this wrong hath doneA
So surely we win this fightB
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ThenC
Then the visioned eye shall seeD
The great and noble companyD
That gathers there from land and seaD
From over land and over seaD
From under land and under seaD
To celebrate right royallyD
The Day of VictoryD
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Not alone on that great dayE
Will the war worn victors comeF
To meet our great glad Welcome HomeG
And a whole world's deep Well doneA
Not alone Not alone will they comeF
To the sound of the pipe and the drumF
They will come to their ownH
With the pipe and the drumF
With the merry merry tuneI
Of the pipe and the drumF
But they will not come aloneH
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In their unseen myriads thereJ
Unperceived but no less thereJ
In the vast of God's own airJ
They will comeF
With never a pipe or a drumF
All the flower of ChristendomF
In a silence more majesticK
They will come They will comeF
The unknown and the knownH
To meet our deep Well doneA
And the world resounding thundersL
Of our great glad Welcome HomeG
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With their faces all alightB
And their brave eyes shining brightB
From their glorious martyrdomF
They will comeF
They will once more all uniteB
With their comrades of the fightB
To share the world's delightB
In the Victory of RightB
And the doom the final doomM
The final full and everlasting doomM
Of brutal MightB
They will comeF
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At the world convulsing boomM
Of the treacherous Austrian gunA
At the all compelling ComeF
Of that deadly signal gunA
They gauged the peril and they cameN
Of many a race and many a nameN
But all ablaze with one white flameN
They tarried not to count the costO
But cameN
They came from many a clime and coastP
The slim of limb the dark of faceQ
They shouldered eager in the raceQ
The sturdy giants of the frostR
And the stalwarts of the sunA
Britons Britons Britons are theyE
Britons every oneA
It shall be their life long boastP
That they counted not the costO
But at the Mother Country's call they cameN
They came a wrong to rightB
They came to end the blightB
Of a vast ungodly mightB
And by their gallant coming overcameN
Britons Britons Britons are theyE
Britons every oneA
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It shall be their nobler boastP
It shall spell their endless fameN
That regardless of the costO
They won the world for RighteousnessS
And cleansed it of its shameN
Britons Britons Britons are theyE
Britons every oneA
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And now again they comeF
With merry pipe and drumF
Amid the storming cheersT
And the grateful streaming tearsU
Of this our great glad sorrowing Welcome HomeG
They shall every one be thereJ
On the earth or in the airJ
From the land and from the seaD
And from under land and seaD
Not a man shall missing beD
From the past and present fighting strengthV
Of that great companyD
Those who lived and those who diedW
They were one in noble prideW
Of desperate endeavour and of duty nobly doneA
For their lives they risked and gaveX
Very Soul of Life to saveX
And by their own great valour and the Grace of God they wonA
Britons Britons Britons are theyE
Britons every oneA

William Arthur Dunkerley (john Oxenham)



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