Last Lines Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HEHE IJIJ KLKL MNMN OPOP QRQR SESE JTUT VWVW TXTX SSSS YEYE SZSZ A2| Jan th | A |
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| A dreadful darkness closes in | B |
| On my bewildered mind | C |
| O let me suffer and not sin | B |
| Be tortured yet resigned | C |
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| Through all this world of whelming mist | D |
| Still let me look to Thee | E |
| And give me courage to resist | D |
| The Tempter till he flee | E |
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| Weary I am O give me strength | F |
| And leave me not to faint | G |
| Say Thou wilt comfort me at length | F |
| And pity my complaint | G |
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| I've begged to serve Thee heart and soul | H |
| To sacrifice to Thee | E |
| No niggard portion but the whole | H |
| Of my identity | E |
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| I hoped amid the brave and strong | I |
| My portioned task might lie | J |
| To toil amid the labouring throng | I |
| With purpose pure and high | J |
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| But Thou hast fixed another part | K |
| And Thou hast fixed it well | L |
| I said so with my breaking heart | K |
| When first the anguish fell | L |
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| For Thou hast taken my delight | M |
| And hope of life away | N |
| And bid me watch the painful night | M |
| And wait the weary day | N |
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| The hope and the delight were Thine | O |
| I bless Thee for their loan | P |
| I gave Thee while I deemed them mine | O |
| Too little thanks I own | P |
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| Shall I with joy Thy blessings share | Q |
| And not endure their loss | R |
| Or hope the martyr's crown to wear | Q |
| And cast away the cross | R |
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| These weary hours will not be lost | S |
| These days of passive misery | E |
| These nights of darkness anguish tost | S |
| If I can fix my heart on Thee | E |
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| Weak and weary though I lie | J |
| Crushed with sorrow worn with pain | T |
| Still I may lift to Heaven mine eyes | U |
| And strive and labour not in vain | T |
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| That inward strife against the sins | V |
| That ever wait on suffering | W |
| To watch and strike where first begins | V |
| Each ill that would corruption bring | W |
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| That secret labour to sustain | T |
| With humble patience every blow | X |
| To gather fortitude from pain | T |
| And hope and holiness from woe | X |
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| Thus let me serve Thee from my heart | S |
| Whatever be my written fate | S |
| Whether thus early to depart | S |
| Or yet awhile to wait | S |
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| If Thou shouldst bring me back to life | Y |
| More humbled I should be | E |
| More wise more strengthened for the strife | Y |
| More apt to lean on Thee | E |
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| Should Death be standing at the gate | S |
| Thus should I keep my vow | Z |
| But Lord whate'er my future fate | S |
| So let me serve Thee now | Z |
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| Finished Jan | A2 |
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