The Door Of Humility Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


We lead the blind by voice and handB
And not by light they cannot seeC
We are not framed to understandB
The How and Why of such as HeC
But natured only to rejoiceD
At every sound or sign of hopeE
And guided by the still small voiceD
In patience through the darkness gropeE
Until our finer sense expandsF
And we exchange for holier sightG
The earthly help of voice and handsF
And in His light behold the LightG
Let there be Light The self same PowerH
That out of formless dark and voidI
Endued with life's mysterious dowerJ
Planet and star and asteroidI
That moved upon the waters' faceK
And breathing on them His intentL
Divided and assigned their placeK
To ocean air and firmamentL
That bade the land appear and bringM
Forth herb and leaf both fruit and flowerH
Cattle that graze and birds that singM
Ordained the sunshine and the showerH
That moulding man and woman breathedL
In them an active soul at birthN
In His own image and bequeathedL
To them dominion over EarthN
That by whatever is decreedL
His Will and Word shall be obeyedL
From loftiest star to lowliest seedL
The worm and me He also madeL
And when for nuptials of the SpringM
With Summer on the vestal thornO
The bridal veil hung floweringM
A cry was heard and I was bornO
To be by blood and long descentL
A member of a mighty StateL
Whose greatness sea girt but unpentL
By ocean makes the world more greatL
That ranging limitless hath wonP
A Rule more wide than that of RomeQ
And journeying onward with the sunP
In every zone hath found a homeQ
That keeping old traditions fastL
Still hails the things that are to beC
And firmly rooted in the PastL
On Law hath grafted LibertyC
That is a birthright nobler farR
Than princely claim or Right DivineS
From far off rapine wanton warT
And I could feel this birthright mineS
And not the lowliest hand that drivesU
Or share or loom if so it beC
Of British strain but thence derivesU
A patent of nobilityC
The guiding of the infant yearsV
Onward to good away from guileW
A mother's humanising tearsX
A father's philosophic smileW
Refining beauty gentle waysY
The admonitions of the wiseZ
The love that watches helps and praysY
And pities but doth ne'er despiseZ
An ancient Faith abiding hopeE
The charity that suffers longA2
But flames with sacred zeal to copeE
With man's injustice nature's wrongA2
Melodious leisure learn d shelfB2
Discourse of earnest temperate mindL
The playful wit that of itselfB2
Flashes but leaves no wound behindL
The knowledge gleaned from Greece and RomeQ
From studious Teuton sprightly GaulC2
The lettered page the mellow tomeQ
And poets' wisdom more than allC2
These when no lips severe upbraidL
But counsel rather than controlD2
In budding boyhood lend their aidL
To sensibility of soulD2
But more than mentor mother sireH
Can lend to shape the future manE2
With help of learning or of lyreF2
Of ancient rule or modern planE2
Is that which with our breath we bringM
Into the world we know not whenceG2
That needs nor care nor fosteringM
Because an instinct and a senseG2
And days and years are all forgotL
When Nature's aspect growth and graceK
And veering moods to me were notL
The features of the Loved One's faceK
The cloud whose shadow skims the lakeH2
The shimmering haze of summer noonI2
The voice of April in the brakeH2
The silence of the mounting moonI2
Swaying of bracken on the hillJ2
The murmur of the vagrant streamK2
These motions of some unseen WillJ2
These babblings of some heavenly dreamK2
Seemed tokens of divine desireH
To hold discourse with me and soL2
To touch my lips with hallowed fireH
And tell me things I ought to knowL2
I gazed and listened all intentL
As to the face and voice of FateL
But what they said or what they meantL
I could surmise not nor translateL
They did but lure me to unrestL
Unanswered questioning longings vainM2
As when one scans some palimpsestL
No erudition can explainM2
But left me with a deep distasteL
For common speech that still did seemK2
More meaningless than mountain wasteL
Less human than the far off streamK2
So that a stranger in the landL
Wherein I moved where'er I wentL
I dwelt whom none could understandL
Or exorcise my discontentL
And I to them and they to meC
Seemed from two different planets comeN2
And save to flower and wild bird's gleeC
My heart was deaf my soul was dumbN2
But slowly dawned a happier timeO2
When I began to apprehendL
And catch as in some poet's rhymeO2
The intimations of a friendL
When Nature spake no unknown tongueP2
But language kindred to my thoughtL
Till everything She said I sungP2
In notes unforced in words unsoughtL
And I to Her so closely drewQ2
The seasons round in mind and moodL
I felt at length as if we knewQ2
Self same affection self same feudL
That both alike scorned worldly aimR2
Profit applause parade and prideL
Whereby the love of generous fameR2
And worthy deeds grows petrifiedL
I did as yet not understandL
Nature is far more vast than I-
Deep as the ocean wide as landL
And overarching as the sky-
And but responded to my callC2
And only felt and fed my needL
Because She doth the same for allC2
Who to her pity turn and pleadL
Shall man have mind and Nature noneP
Shall I not she have soul and heartL
Nay rather if we be not oneP
Each is of each the counterpartL
She too may have within her breastL
A conscience if not like to yoursS2
A sense of rightness ill at restL
Long as her waywardness enduresS2
And hence her thunder earthquakes hailT2
Her levin bolts her clouds' dischargeU2
She sins upon a larger scaleT2
Because She is herself more largeU2
Hence too when She hath pierced with painM2
The heart of man and wrecked his yearsV
The pity of the April rainM2
And late repentance of her tearsX
She is no better worse than weC
We can but say she seems more greatL
That half her will like ours is freeC
And half of it is locked in FateL
Nor need we fear that we should errV2
Beyond our scope in reasoning thusW2
That there must be a God for HerH
If that there be a God for usW2
The chiming of the Sabbath bellX2
The silence of the Sabbath fieldsY2
Over the hamlet cast a spellX2
To which the gracious spirit yieldsY2
Sound is there none of wheel or wainM2
Husht stands the anvil husht the forgeZ2
No shout is heard in rustic laneM2
No axe resounds in timbered gorgeZ2
No flail beats time on granary floorT
The windmill's rushing wings are stayedL
And children's glee rings out no moreT
From hedgerow bank or primrose gladeL
The big boned team that firm and slowL2
Draw yoked are free to couch or strayA3
The basking covey seem to knowL2
None will invade their peace to dayA3
And speckless swains and maidens neatL
Through rustic porch down cottage stairV2
Demurely up the village streetL
Stream onward to the House of PrayerV2
They kneel as they were taught to kneelB3
In childhood and demand not why-
But as they chant or answer feelB3
A vague communion with the sky-
But when the impetuous mind is spurredL
To range through epochs great but goneC3
And heedless of dogmatic wordL
With fearless ardour presses onD3
Confronting pulpit sceptre shrineS
With point by Logic beaten outL
And questioning tenets deemed divineS
With human challenge human doubtL
Hoists Reason's sail and for the hazeY
Of ocean quits Tradition's shoreT
Awhile he comes and kneels and praysY
Then comes and kneels but prays no moreT
And only for the love he bearsX
To those who love him and who rearedL
His frame to genuflexion sharesX
In ritual vain if still reveredL
His Gods are many or are noneP
Saturn and Mithra Christ and Jove-
Consorting as the Ages runP
With Vestal choir or Pagan drove-
Abiding still by Northern shoresE3
He sees far off on Grecian coastL
Veiled Aphrodite but adL

Alfred Austin


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