The Present Age

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (1825–1911) · 1854–1871

common measure · 20 lines · from Poems

Say not the age is hard and cold--I think it brave and grand;When men of diverse sects and creedsAre clasping hand in hand.

The Parsee from his sacred firesBeside the Christian kneels;And clearer light to Islam's eyesThe word of Christ reveals.

The Brahmin from his distant homeBrings thoughts of ancient lore;The Bhuddist breaking bonds of casteDivides mankind no more.

The meek-eyed sons of far CathayAre welcome round the board;Not greed, nor malice drives awayThese children of our Lord.

And Judah from whose trusted handsCame oracles divine;Now sits with those around whose heartsThe light of God doth shine.

Words in this poem

parsee n.
One of the adherents of the Zoroastrian or ancient Persian religion, descended from Persian refugees settled in India; a fire worshiper; a Gheber. [Hind. & Per. parsi a Persian, a follower of Zoroaster, a fire worshiper. Cf. Persian.]
clearer n.
One who, or that which, clears.
brahmin n.
A person of the highest or sacerdotal caste among the Hindoos.
greed n.
An eager desire or longing; greediness; as, a greed of gain. [Akin to Goth. grdus hunger, Icel. graedhr. sq. root34. See Greedy.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

The Present Age is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #679; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

The Present Age is 20 lines in 5 stanzas of 4 lines each. The commonest rhyme scheme is ABAB, in 2 of the 5 stanzas; the rest vary or could not be confirmed. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%). 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.1 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 45% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -A-A cold · grandA · creeds · handA
  2. 2 ABAB firesA · kneelsB · eyesA · revealsB
  3. 3 -A-A home · loreA · caste · moreA
  4. 4 ABAB cathayA · boardB · awayA · lordB
  5. 5 -A-A hands · divineA · hearts · shineA
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Say not the age is hard and cold--8········
I think it brave and grand;6······
When men of diverse sects and creeds8···˘/···
Are clasping hand in hand.6·/˘···
The Parsee from his sacred fires9·/˘··/˘/˘
Beside the Christian kneels;6˘/·/˘·
And clearer light to Islam's eyes8·/˘··/··
The word of Christ reveals.6····˘/
The Brahmin from his distant home8·/˘··/˘·
Brings thoughts of ancient lore;6···/˘·
The Bhuddist breaking bonds of caste8···/˘···
Divides mankind no more.6˘///··
The meek-eyed sons of far Cathay8······˘/
Are welcome round the board;6·/˘···
Not greed, nor malice drives away8···/˘·˘/
These children of our Lord.7·/˘·/˘·
And Judah from whose trusted hands8·/˘··/˘·
Came oracles divine;6·/˘˘˘/
Now sits with those around whose hearts8········
The light of God doth shine.6······

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