Analysis of Young Democracy
HARK! Young Democracy from sleep
Our careless sentries raps:
A backwash from the Future’s deep
Our Evil’s foreland laps.
Unknown, these Titans of our Night
Their New Creation make:
Unseen, they toil and love and fight
That glamoured Man may wake.
Knights-errant of the human race,
The Quixotes of to-day,
For man as man they claim a place,
Prepare the tedious way.
They seek no dim-eyed mob’s applause,
Deem base the titled name,
And spurn, for glory of their Cause,
The tawdry nymphs of Fame.
No masks of ignorance or sin
Hide from them you or me:
We’re Man—no colour shames our skin,
No race or caste have we.
The prognathous Neanderthal,
To them, conceals the Bruce;
They see Dan Aesop in the thrall;
From swagmen Christ deduce.
Tho’ butt for lecher’s ribaldry
And scarred by woman’s scorn,
In baby-burdened girl they see
God-motherhood forlorn.
With them, to racial siredom glides
The savage we deprave;
That eunuch brilliant Narses hides:
A Spartacus, that slave.
They Jesus find in manger waif;
In horse-boys Shakespearehood:
And earthquake-Luthers nestling safe
In German miner’s brood.
The God that pulses everywhere
They know fills Satan’s veins;
No felon but they see Him there
Behind His mirror’s stains.
’Tis theirs Earth’s charnel rooms to clear,
And ruthless sweep away
The Lares and Penates dear
To man in his decay.
Their restless energy supplies
Munitions that will wreck
The keeps whence feudal enemies
Our free banditti check.
Their unrelenting wars they wage,
These Furies of the Right,
Where myriad Falsehood’s legions rage,
Artilleried by Might;
Where Fashion’s stupid iron clamps
Young Innovation’s head,
And Law the stalwart Present cramps
In Past’s Procrustes-bed;
Where Pride of learning, substance, blood,
Or prowess in the strife,
Exacts from teeming lowlihood
The lion’s share of life;
Where Gluttony would to the brutes
Degrade his loose-lipped gangs;
Where Tyranny his venom shoots
From one or million fangs;
Where Cruelty, in Wisdom’s mask,
Piths fame from writhing beasts;
Where blest is racial Murder’s task
By Christ’s apostate priests.
In Punic or in Persian fray
With Love’s and Conscience’ foes,
Unadvertising Romans they,
And Spartans free from pose.
Abused as mad or traitors by
The trolls they would eject;
Cold-shouldered by wan Apathy;
Of motives mean suspect;
Outcast from social gaieties;
Denied life’s lilied grace;
They mount their hidden Calvaries
To save the human race.
The bowers of Art a few may know;
A few wait highly placed:
Most bear the hods of common woe,
And some you call disgraced.
But whether in the mob or school,
In church or poverty,
They teach and live the Golden Rule
Of Young Democracy:—
‘That culture, joy and goodliness
Be th’ equal right of all:
That Greed no more shall those oppress
Who by the wayside fall:
‘That each shall share what all men sow:
That colour, caste’s a lie:
That man is God, however low—
Is man, however high.’
Scheme | ABAB CDCD EFEF XGXG HIHI JKJK ILIL MNMN OCOX PQPQ RFRF XSTS UCUC VWVW XXCX BYXY Z1 Z1 F2 F2 3 4 I4 BETE 5 6 5 6 7 I7 I BJXJ X3 5 3 |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 11010011 1010101 0110101 101011 011101101 110101 01110101 11111 11010101 01111 11111101 0101001 11111101 110101 01110111 010111 11110011 111111 01111101 111111 01010 110101 1111001 11101 1111100 01111 01010111 11001 1111011 010101 1101011 010011 11010101 0111 011101 010101 0111010 11111 11011111 011101 1111111 010101 01011 110101 11010001 010111 01110100 10111 1010111 11101 11001101 111 11010101 10101 01010101 0111 11110101 110001 011101 010111 11001101 011111 11001101 111101 110011 111101 11110101 110101 01010101 110101 1101 01111 01111101 011101 11011100 110101 11101 01111 11110100 110101 010110111 011101 11011101 011101 11000111 011100 11010101 110100 110101 11110111 11111101 11011 11111111 11101 1111101 11101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 3,408 |
Words | 487 |
Sentences | 19 |
Stanzas | 24 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 96 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 96 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 20 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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