The Pilgrim (a Christmas Legend For Children) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED AFGFHIJI AKAKALML ANONPKQK HRJOOSTS OKOKUVWX COYOOOCO OSOSAKAK OCHCOZHZ EOA2OQB2EB2 OKA2KOC2AC2 EMHD2HD2AD2 OOAOESHS COE2OHF2AF2 CG2H2G2UH2TH2 COOOH2OEO H2H2AH2OSOS HI2HEOJ2H2J2 AOPOH2VH2X CI2OI2AOH2O HSESA2OCO H2KH2KAH2PH2 EEOEQPOH CMED2H2OD2O AOH2OHD2H2D2 OK2H2K2H2OOO D2K2HK2H2EEL2 QD2AD2H2EHE HD2HD2HOH2O OOOO| The shades of night were brooding | A |
| O'er the sea the earth the sky | B |
| The passing winds were wailing | A |
| In a low unearthly sigh | B |
| The darkness gathered deeper | C |
| For no starry light was shed | D |
| And silence reigned unbroken | E |
| As the silence of the dead | D |
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| The wintry clouds were hanging | A |
| From the starless sky so low | F |
| While 'neath them earth lay folded | G |
| In a winding shroud of snow | F |
| 'Twas cold 'twas dark 'twas dreary | H |
| And the blast that swept along | I |
| The mountains hoarsely murmured | J |
| A fierce discordant song | I |
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| And mortal men were resting | A |
| From the turmoil of the day | K |
| And broken hearts were dreaming | A |
| Of the friends long passed away | K |
| And saintly men were keeping | A |
| Their vigils through the night | L |
| While angel spirits hovered near | M |
| Around their lonely light | L |
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| And wicked men were sinning | A |
| In the midnight banquet halls | N |
| Forgetful of that sentence traced | O |
| On proud Belshazzar's walls | N |
| On that night so dark and dismal | P |
| Unillumed by faintest ray | K |
| Might be seen the lonely pilgrim | Q |
| Wending on his darksome way | K |
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| Slow his steps for he was weary | H |
| And betimes he paused to rest | R |
| Then he rose and pressing onward | J |
| Murmured lowly I must haste | O |
| In his hand he held a chaplet | O |
| And his lips were moved in prayer | S |
| For the darkness and the silence | T |
| Seemed to whisper God was there | S |
| - | |
| On the lonely pilgrim journeyed | O |
| Nought disturbed him on his way | K |
| And his prayers he softly murmured | O |
| As the midnight stole away | K |
| Hark amid the stillness rises | U |
| On his ears a distant strain | V |
| Softly sounding now it ceases | W |
| Sweetly now it comes again | X |
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| In his path he paused to wonder | C |
| While he listened to the sound | O |
| On it came so sweet so pensive | Y |
| 'Mid the blast that howled around | O |
| And the restless winds seemed soothed | O |
| By that music gentle mild | O |
| And they slept as when a mother | C |
| Rocks to rest her cradled child | O |
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| Strange and sweet the calm that followed | O |
| Stealing through the midnight air | S |
| Strange and sweet the sounds that floated | O |
| Like an angel breathing there | S |
| From the sky the clouds were drifting | A |
| Swiftly one by one away | K |
| And the sinless stars were shedding | A |
| Here and there a silver ray | K |
| - | |
| Why this change the pilgrim whispered | O |
| Whence that music whence its power | C |
| Earthly sounds are not so lovely | H |
| Angels love the midnight hour | C |
| Bending o'er his staff he wondered | O |
| Loath to leave that sacred place | Z |
| I must hasten said he sadly | H |
| On he pressed with quickened pace | Z |
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| Just before him rose a mountain | E |
| Dark its outline steep its side | O |
| Down its slopes that midnight music | A2 |
| Seemed so soothingly to glide | O |
| I will find it said the pilgrim | Q |
| Though this mountain I must scale | B2 |
| Scarcely said when on his vision | E |
| Shone a distant light and pale | B2 |
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| Glad he was and now he hastened | O |
| Brighter brighter grew the ray | K |
| Stronger stronger swelled the music | A2 |
| As he struggled on his way | K |
| Soon he gained the mountain summit | O |
| Lo a church bursts on his view | C2 |
| From the church that light was flowing | A |
| And that gentle music too | C2 |
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| Near he came its door stood open | E |
| Still he stood in awe and fear | M |
| Shall I enter spot so holy | H |
| Am I unforbidden here | D2 |
| I will enter something bids me | H |
| Saintly men are praying here | D2 |
| Vigils sacred they are keeping | A |
| 'Tis their Matin song I hear | D2 |
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| Softly noiselessly he glided | O |
| Through the portal on his sight | O |
| Shone a vision bright strange thrilling | A |
| Down he knelt 'twas Christmas night | O |
| Down in deepest adoration | E |
| Knelt the lonely pilgrim there | S |
| Joy unearthly rapture holy | H |
| Blended with his whispered prayer | S |
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| Wrapped his senses were in wonder | C |
| On his soul an awe profound | O |
| As the vision burst upon him | E2 |
| 'Mid sweet light and sweeter sound | O |
| Is it real is it earthly | H |
| Is it all a fleeting dream | F2 |
| Hark those choral voices ringing | A |
| Lo those forms like angels seem | F2 |
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| On his view there rose an altar | C |
| Glittering 'mid a thousand beams | G2 |
| Flowing from the burning tapers | H2 |
| In bright sparkling silver streams | G2 |
| From unnumbered crystal vases | U |
| Rose and bloomed the fairest flowers | H2 |
| Shedding 'round their balmy fragrance | T |
| 'Mid the lights in sweetest showers | H2 |
| - | |
| Rich and gorgeous was the altar | C |
| Decked it was in purest white | O |
| Mortal hands had not arrayed it | O |
| Thus upon that Christmas night | O |
| Amid its lights and lovely flowers | H2 |
| The little tabernacle stood | O |
| Around it all was rich and golden | E |
| It alone was poor and rude | O |
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| Hark Venite Adoremus | H2 |
| Round the golden altar sounds | H2 |
| See that band of angels kneeling | A |
| Prostrate with their sparkling crowns | H2 |
| And the pilgrim looked and listened | O |
| And he saw the angels there | S |
| And their snow white wings were folded | O |
| As they bent in silent prayer | S |
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| Twelve they were bright rays of glory | H |
| Round their brows effulgent shone | I2 |
| But a wreath of nobler beauty | H |
| Seemed to grace and circle one | E |
| And he beauteous rose and opened | O |
| Wide the tabernacle door | J2 |
| Hark Venite Adoremus | H2 |
| Rises bending they adore | J2 |
| - | |
| Lo a sound of censers swinging | A |
| Clouds of incense weave around | O |
| The altar rich a silver mantle | P |
| As the angels' hymns resound | O |
| List Venite Adoremus | H2 |
| Swells aloud in stronger strain | V |
| And the angels swing the censers | H2 |
| And they prostrate bend again | X |
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| Rising now with voice of rapture | C |
| Bursts aloud in thrilling tone | I2 |
| Gloria in Excelsis Deo | O |
| Round the sacramental throne | I2 |
| Oh 'twas sweet 'twas sweet and charming | A |
| As the notes triumphant flowed | O |
| Oh 'twas sweet while wreathes of incense | H2 |
| Curled and countless tapers glowed | O |
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| Oh 'twas grand that hymn of glory | H |
| Earthly sounds cannot compare | S |
| Oh 'twas grand it breath'd of heaven | E |
| As the angels sung it there | S |
| Ravished by the strains ecstatic | A2 |
| Raptured by the vision grand | O |
| Gazed the pilgrim on the altar | C |
| Gazed upon the angel band | O |
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| All was hushed the floating echoes | H2 |
| Of the hymn had died away | K |
| Vanished were the clouds of incense | H2 |
| And the censers ceased to sway | K |
| Lo their wings are gently waving | A |
| And the angels softly rise | H2 |
| Bending towards the tabernacle | P |
| Worship beaming from their eyes | H2 |
| - | |
| One last lowly genuflection | E |
| From their brows love burning shone | E |
| Ah they're going they've departed | O |
| All but one the brightest one | E |
| Why remains he thought the pilgrim | Q |
| Ah he rises beauteously | P |
| Listen and the angel murmured | O |
| Sweetly Pilgrim hail to thee | H |
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| Come unto the golden altar | C |
| I'm an angel banish fear | M |
| Come unite in adoration | E |
| With me for our God is here | D2 |
| Come thy Jesus here reposes | H2 |
| Come He'll bless thy mortal sight | O |
| Come adore the Infant Saviour | D2 |
| With me for 'tis Christmas night | O |
| - | |
| Now approached the pilgrim trembling | A |
| Now beside the angel bent | O |
| And the deepest blissful gladness | H2 |
| With his fervent worship blent | O |
| Pilgrim said the spirit softly | H |
| Thou hast seen bright angels here | D2 |
| And hast heard our sacred anthems | H2 |
| Filled with rapture filled with fear | D2 |
| - | |
| We are twelve 'twas we who chanted | O |
| First the Saviour's lowly birth | K2 |
| We who brought the joyful tidings | H2 |
| Of His coming to the earth | K2 |
| We who sung unto the shepherds | H2 |
| Watching on the mountain height | O |
| That the Word was made Incarnate | O |
| For them on that blessed night | O |
| - | |
| And since then we love to linger | D2 |
| On that festal night on earth | K2 |
| And we leave our thrones of glory | H |
| Here to keep the Saviour's birth | K2 |
| Happy mortals happy mortals | H2 |
| To night the angels would be men | E |
| And they leave their thrones in heaven | E |
| For the Crib of Bethlehem | L2 |
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| And the angel led the pilgrim | Q |
| To the tabernacle door | D2 |
| Lo an Infant there was sleeping | A |
| And the angel said Adore | D2 |
| He is sleeping yet he watches | H2 |
| See that beam of love divine | E |
| Pilgrim pay your worship holy | H |
| To your Infant God and mine | E |
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| And the spirit slowly slowly | H |
| Closed the tabernacle door | D2 |
| While the pilgrim lowly lowly | H |
| Bent in rapture to adore | D2 |
| Pilgrim spoke the angel sweetly | H |
| I must bid thee my adieu | O |
| Love oh love the Infant Jesus | H2 |
| And he vanished from his view | O |
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| All was silent silent silent | O |
| Faded was the vision bright | O |
| But the pilgrim long remembered | O |
| In his heart that Christmas night | O |
Abram Joseph Ryan
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