Seed-time And Harvest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEED FGHI JKKJ LMNO PQQP EEEE RSSR BLLB ETTE| Thou waterest her furrows thou sendest rain into the little valleys | A |
| thereof thou makest it soft with the drops of rain and blessest the increase | B |
| of it | C |
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| Fret not thyself so sorely heart of mine | D |
| For that the pain hath roughly broke thy rest | E |
| That thy wild flowers lie dead upon thy breast | E |
| Whereon the cloud veiled sun hath ceased to shine | D |
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| Fret not that thou art seam'd and scarr'd and torn | F |
| That clods are piled where tinted vetches were | G |
| That long worms crawl to light and brown rifts bare | H |
| Of green and tender grasses widely yawn | I |
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| God's hand is on the plough so be thou still | J |
| Thou canst not see Him for thine eyes are dim | K |
| But wait in patience put thy trust in Him | K |
| Give thanks for love and leave thee to His will | J |
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| Ah in due time the lowering clouds shall rain | L |
| Soft drops on my parch'd furrows I shall sow | M |
| In tears and prayers and green corn blades will grow | N |
| I shall not wish the wild flowers back again | O |
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| I shall be glad that I did work and weep | P |
| Be glad O God my slumbering soul did wake | Q |
| Be glad my stubborn heart did heave and break | Q |
| Beneath the plough when angels come to reap | P |
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| Be glad O Father that my land was till'd | E |
| And sown and water'd in the harvest day | E |
| When Thou wilt cast the weeds and tares away | E |
| And when with ripen'd fruit Thy barns are fill'd | E |
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| Keep me my faith I pray I cannot see | R |
| And fear to intermeddle with Thy work | S |
| Oh though I wince and fret I would not shirk | S |
| The discipline that is so good for me | R |
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| I know that Thou wilt make my grief to cease | B |
| Wilt send the cool soft drops of healing rain | L |
| And make my scarred heart green with springing grain | L |
| That after patient waiting cometh peace | B |
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| That after beautiful labour I shall rest | E |
| And after weeping have my fill of joy | T |
| Thou breakest down to build up not destroy | T |
| Thou doest right O Lord Thou knowest best | E |
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