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The Immaculate Conception Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Fell the snow on the festival's vigil	A
And surpliced the city in white	B
I wonder who wove the pure flakelets	C
Ask the Virgin or God or the night	B
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It fitted the Feast 'twas a symbol	A
And earth wore the surplice at morn	D
As pure as the vale's stainless lily	E
For Mary the sinlessly born	D
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For Mary conceived in all sinlessness	C
And the sun thro' the clouds of the East	F
With the brightest and fairest of flashes	C
Fringed the surplice of white for the Feast	F
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And round the horizon hung cloudlets	C
Pure stoles to be worn by the Feast	F
While the earth and the heavens were waiting	G
For the beautiful Mass of the priest	F
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I opened my window half dreaming	G
My soul went away from my eyes	C
And my heart began saying Hail Marys	C
Somewhere up in the beautiful skies	C
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Where the shadows of sin never rested	H
And the angels were waiting to hear	I
The prayer that ascends with Our Father	J
And keeps hearts and the heavens so near	K
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And all the day long can you blame me	E
Hail Mary Our Father I said	L
And I think that the Christ and His Mother	J
Were glad of the way that I prayed	M
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And I think that the great bright Archangel	A
Was listening all the day long	N
For the echo of every Hail Mary	E
That soared thro' the skies like a song	N
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From the hearts of the true and the faithful	A
In accents of joy or of woe	O
Who kissed in their faith and their fervor	J
The Festival's surplice of snow	O
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I listened and each passing minute	P
I heard in the lands far away	Q
Hail Mary Our Father and near me	E
I heard all who knelt down to pray	Q
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Pray the same as I prayed and the angel	A
And the same as the Christ of our love	R
Our Father Hail Mary Our Father	J
Winging just the same sweet flight above	R
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Passed the morning the noon came the even	S
The temple of Christ was aflame	T
With the halo of lights on three altars	C
And one wore His own Mother's name	T
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Her statue stood there and around it	U
Shone the symbolic stars Was their gleam	V
And the flowerets that fragranced her altar	J
Were they only the dream of a dream	V
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Or were they sweet signs to my vision	W
Of a truth far beyond mortal ken	X
That the Mother had rights in the temple	A
Of Him she had given to men	X
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Was it wronging her Christ Son I wonder	J
For the Christian to honor her so	O
Ought her statue pass out of His temple	A
Ask the Feast in its surplice of snow	O
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Ah me had the pure flakelets voices	C
I know what their white lips would say	Q
And I know that the lights on her altar	J
Would pray with me if they could pray	Q
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Methinks that the flowers that were fading	G
Sweet virgins that die with the Feast	F
Like martyrs upon her fair altar	J
If they could they would pray with the priest	F
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And would murmur Our Father Hail Mary	E
Till they drooped on the altar in death	Y
And be glad in their dying for giving	G
To Mary their last sweetest breath	Y
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Passed the day as a poem that passes	C
Through the poet's heart's sweetest of strings	C
Moved the minutes from Masses to Masses	C
Did I hear a faint sound as of wings	C
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Rustling over the aisles and the altars	C
Did they go to her altar and pray	Q
Or was my heart only a dreaming	G
At the close of the Festival day	Q
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Quiet throngs came into the temple	A
As still as the flowers at her feet	Z
And wherever they knelt they were gazing	G
Where the statue looked smiling and sweet	Z
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Our Fathers Hail Marys were blended	H
In a pure and a perfect accord	A2
And passed by the beautiful Mother	J
To fall at the feet of our Lord	A2
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Low toned from the hearts of a thousand	B2
Our Fathers Hail Marys swept on	C2
To the star wreathed statue I wonder	J
Did they wrong the great name of her Son	W
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Her Son and our Saviour I wonder	J
How He heard our Hail Marys that night	B
Were the words to Him sweet as the music	D2
They once were and did we pray right	B
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Or was it all wrong Will he punish	E2
Our lips if we make them the home	F2
Of the words of the great high Archangel	A
That won Him to sinners to come	G2
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Ah me does He blame my own mother	J
Who taught me a child at her knee	E
To say with Our Father Hail Mary	E
If 'tis wrong my Christ punish but me	E
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Let my mother O Jesus be blameless	C
Let me suffer for her if You blame	T
Her pure mother's heart knew no better	J
When she taught me to love the pure name	T
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O Christ of Thy beautiful Mother	J
Must I hide her name down in my heart	H2
But ah even there you will see it	U
With Thy Mother's name how can I part	H2
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On Thy name all divine have I rested	H
In the days when my heart trials came	T
Sweet Christ like to Thee I am human	W
And I need Mary's pure human name	T
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Did I hear a voice or was I dreaming	G
I heard or I sure seemed to hear	I
Who blames you for loving My Mother	J
Is wronging my heart do not fear	K
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I am human e'en here in My heavens	C
What I was I am still all the same	T
And I still love My beautiful Mother	J
And thou priest of Mine do the same	T
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I was happy because I am human	W
And Christ in the silences heard	I2
Our Father Hail Mary Our Father	J
Murmured faithfully word after word	I2
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Swept the beautiful O Salutaris	C
Down the aisles did the starred statue stir	J
Or was my heart only a dreaming	G
When it turned from her statue and her	J
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The door of a white tabernacle	A
Felt the touch of the hand of the priest	F
Did he waken the Host from its slumbers	C
To come forth and crown the high Feast	F
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To come forth so strangely and silent	J2
And just for a sweet little while	K2
And then to go back to its prison	W
Thro' the stars did the sweet statue smile	K2
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I knew not but Mary the Mother	J
I think almost envied the priest	F
He was taking her place at the altar	J
Did she dream of the days in the East	F
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When her hands and hers only held Him	L2
Her Child in His waking and rest	M2
Who had strayed in a love that seemed wayward	I2
This eve to shrine in the West	M2
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Did she dream of the straw of the manger	J
When she gazed on the altar's pure white	B
Did she fear for her Son any danger	J
In the little Host helpless that night	B
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No no she is trustful as He is	C
What a terrible trust in our race	C
The Divine has still faith in the human	W
What a story of infinite grace	C
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Tantum Ergo high hymn of the altar	J
That came from the heart of a saint	N2
Swept triumph toned all through the temple	A
Did my ears hear the sound of a plaint	N2
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'Neath the glorious roll of the singing	G
To the temple had sorrow crept in	S
Or was it the moan of a sinner	J
O beautiful Host wilt Thou win	S
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In the little half hour's Benediction	W
The heart of a sinner again	X
And merciful Christ Thou wilt comfort	N2
The sorrow that brings Thee its pain	O2
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Came a hush and the Host was uplifted	N2
And It made just the sign of the cross	C
O'er the low bended brows of the people	A
O Host of the Holy Thy loss	C
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To the altar and temple and people	A
Would make this world darkest of night	N2
And our hearts would grope blindly on through it	N2
For our love would have lost all its light	N2
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Laudate what thrilling of triumph	P2
Our souls soared to God on each tone	Q2
And the Host went again to Its prison	W
For our Christ fears to leave us alone	Q2
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Blessed priest strange thou art His jailor	J
Thy hand holds the beautiful key	E
That locks in His prison love's Captive	R2
And keeps Him in fetters for me	E
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'Twas over I gazed on the statue	N2
Our Father Hail Mary still came	T
And to night faith and love cannot help it	N2
I must still pray the same still the same	T
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Written at Loyola College Baltimore on the Night of December	J