Echoes From Galilee Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF DGDGHH DIDIBB FJFJKK BLBMNN OPQPRS TUTTVV WTXTTT YTZTTT A2TA2TA2T TTTTB2B2 A2B2A2B2LC2 A2B2B2B2B2B2 B2YB2YB2B2 A2YA2ZD2D2 B2GB2D2E2E2 D2A2A2A2D2D2 YA2YB2A2A2 YB2ZB2A2A2

What means this gathering multitudeA
Upon thy shores O GalileeB
As various as the billows rudeA
That sweep thy ever restless seaB
Can but the mandate of a KingC
So varied an assemblage bringC
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Behold the noble rich and greatD
From Levite Pharisee and PriestE
Down to the lowest dregs of fateD
From mightiest even to the leastE
Yes in this motley throng we findF
The palsied sick mute halt and blindF
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Is this some grand affair of stateD
A coronation or displayG
By some vainglorious potentateD
Or can this concourse mark the dayG
Of some victorious hero's marchH
Homeward through triumphal archH
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Or have they come to celebrateD
Some sacred sacerdotal riteI
By civic feast to emulateD
Some deed on history's pages brightI
Or can this grand occasion beB
Some battle's anniversaryB
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But wherefore come the halt and blindF
What comfort can the pain distressedJ
In such a tumult hope to findF
What is there here to offer restJ
To those whom adverse fate has hurledK
Dismantled on a hostile worldK
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Let us approach A form we seeB
Fairest beyond comparisonL
For such an heavenly purityB
From other eyes hath never shownM
Nor such a calm majestic browN
On earth hath ne'er appeared till nowN
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Draw nearer Lo a voice we hearO
Resonant soft pathetic sweetP
In ringing accents calm and clearQ
He sways the thousands at his feetP
With more than mortal eloquenceR
Or man's compassion in his glanceS
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Ah Strange that such a form should standT
In raiment soiled and travel stainedU
Yes mark the contour of that handT
A hand by menial toil profanedT
Can one from such a station reachV
All classes by sheer force of speechV
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Can eloquence from mortal tongueW
Break through the barriers which divideT
The toiling and down trodden throngX
From affluence and official prideT
Then how can yonder speaker holdT
An audience so manifoldT
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He spake as never oratorY
Before or since with burning thoughtT
In parable and metaphorZ
Each simple illustration taughtT
Some sacred truth some truth which couldT
By sage or fool be understoodT
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With similes of common thingsA2
The lilies of the field the saltT
Which lost its savour gently bringsA2
A lesson from the common faultT
Of self admiring PhariseeA2
Of ostentatious pietyT
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And from the prostrate penitentT
The Publican who beat his breastT
Remorsefully his garment rentT
And thus with tears his sin confessedT
Lord Lord a sinner vile am IB2
Be merciful and hear my cryB2
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And from that man beset by thievesA2
And left upon the road to dieB2
No aid or comfort he receivesA2
From Priest or Levite passing byB2
How the despised SamaritanL
Proved the true neighbor to that manC2
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Yes finished with such fervencyA2
Of gesture and similitudeB2
Such depths of love and purityB2
His hearers marvelled as they stoodB2
Nor through his discourse was there heardB2
Abusive vain or idle wordB2
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Who may this wondrous speaker beB2
Is he some judge or oratorY
Some one in high authorityB2
Physician prince or conquerorY
Answer thou ever restless seaB2
Who may this wondrous person beB2
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With echoes soft the sea repliesA2
This is a Judge and OratorY
A Judge beyond all judges wiseA2
And eloquent as none beforeZ
A Judge majestic calm sereneD2
And yet an humble NazareneD2
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He is a Ruler whose commandB2
The myriads of the skies obeyG
As in the hollow of His handB2
He holds all human destinyD2
The tempest wild concedes his willE2
And calms before His Peace be stillE2
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A great Physician too is HeD2
Whose word the leper purifiesA2
The mute converse the blind ones seeA2
At his command the dead ariseA2
He cures the ravages of sinD2
And makes the foulest sinner cleanD2
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He is a Prince a Prince whose powerY
Knows neither limit nor degreeA2
Whose glory not the passing hourY
Nor cycles of futurityB2
Can augment alter or decreaseA2
Prince is He the Prince of PeaceA2
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He is earth's greatest ConquerorY
But conquers not with crimson swordB2
Love is the weapon of His warZ
Forgiveness and gentle wordB2
But greatest of all victoriesA2
O'er the dark grave His banner fliesA2

Alfred Castner King



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