The Voice Of Toil Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGF HIAI EJEK LMNM GOGP AQMQ MHGH HRAR MHRH| I heard men saying Leave hope and praying | A |
| All days shall be as all have been | B |
| To day and to morrow bring fear and sorrow | C |
| The never ending toil between | D |
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| When Earth was younger mid toil and hunger | E |
| In hope we strove and our hands were strong | F |
| Then great men led us with words they fed us | G |
| And bade us right the earthly wrong | F |
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| Go read in story their deeds and glory | H |
| Their names amidst the nameless dead | I |
| Turn then from lying to us slow dying | A |
| In that good world to which they led | I |
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| Where fast and faster our iron master | E |
| The thing we made for ever drives | J |
| Bids us grind treasure and fashion pleasure | E |
| For other hopes and other lives | K |
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| Where home is a hovel and dull we grovel | L |
| Forgetting that the world is fair | M |
| Where no babe we cherish lest its very soul perish | N |
| Where mirth is crime and love a snare | M |
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| Who now shall lead us what God shall heed us | G |
| As we lie in the hell our hands have won | O |
| For us are no rulers but fools and befoolers | G |
| The great are fallen the wise men gone | P |
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| I heard men saying Leave tears and praying | A |
| The sharp knife heedeth not the sheep | Q |
| Are we not stronger than the rich and the wronger | M |
| When day breaks over dreams and sleep | Q |
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| Come shoulder to shoulder ere the world grows older | M |
| Help lies in nought but thee and me | H |
| Hope is before us the long years that bore us | G |
| Bore leaders more than men may be | H |
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| Let dead hearts tarry and trade and marry | H |
| And trembling nurse their dreams of mirth | R |
| While we the living our lives are giving | A |
| To bring the bright new world to birth | R |
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| Come shoulder to shoulder ere Earth grows older | M |
| The Cause spreads over land and sea | H |
| Now the world shaketh and fear awaketh | R |
| And joy at last for thee and me | H |
William Morris
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