A Suplication For The Joys Of Heaven Poem Rhyme Scheme

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To the Superior World to Solemn Peace	A
To Regions where Delights shall never cease	A
To Living Springs and to Celestial shade	B
For change of pleasure not Protection made	B
To Blissfull Harmonys o'erflowing source	C
Which Strings or stops can neither bind or Force	C
But wafting Air for ever bears along	D
Perpetual Motion with perpetual Song	D
On which the Blest in Symphonies ascend	E
And towards the Throne with Vocal ardours bend	E
To Radial light o'erspreading Boundless space	F
To the safe Goal of our well ended race	F
To shelter where the weary shall have rest	G
And where the wicked never shall molest	G
To that Jerusalem which ours below	H
Did but in type and faint resemblance shew	I
To the first born and ransom'd Church above	J
To Seraphims whose whole composures love	J
To active Cherubins whom wings surround	K
Not made to rest tho' on imortal ground	K
But still suspended wait with flaming joy	L
In swift commands their vigour to employ	L
Ambrosial dews distilling from their plumes	M
Scattering where e'er they pass innate perfumes	M
To Angells of innumerable sorts	N
Subordinate in the etherial Courts	N
To Men refin'd from every gross allay	O
Who taught the Flesh the Spirit to obey	O
And keeping late futurity in view	I
Do now possess what long they did persue	N
To Jesus founder of the Christian race	N
And kind dispenser of the Gospell grace	N
Bring me my God in my accomplish't time	P
From weakness freed and from degrading crime	P
Fast by the Tree of life be my retreat	Q
Whose leaves are Med'cin and whose fruit is meat	Q
Heal'd by the first and by the last renew'd	R
With all perfections be my Soul endued	R
My form that has the earthly figure borne	S
Take the Celestial in its Glorious turn	T
My temper frail and subject to dismay	O
Be stedfast there spiritualiz'd and gay	O
My low Poetick tendency be rais'd	U
Till the bestower worthily is prais'd	U
Till Dryden's numbers for Cecilia's feast	V
Which sooth depress inflame and shake the breast	G
Vary the passions with each varying line	W
Allow'd below all others to outshine	W
Shall yeild to those above shall yeild to mine	W
In sound in sense in emphasis Divine	W
Stupendious are the heights to which they rise	N
Whose anthems match the musick of the skies	N
Whilst that which art we call when studied here	X
Is nature there in its sublimest sphere	Y
And the pathetick now so hard to find	Z
Flows from the gratefull transports of the mind	Z
With Poets who supernal voices raise	N
And here begin their never ending layes	N
With those who to the brethren of their Lord	A2
In all distress a warm relief afford	A2
With the Heroick Spirits of the brave	B2
Who durst be true when threatn'd with the Grave	B2
And when from evil in triumphant sway	O
Who e'er departed made himself a prey	O
To sanguine perils to penurious care	C2
To scanty cloathing and precarious fare	C2
To lingring solitude exhausting thoughts	N
Unsuccour'd losses and imputed faults	N
With these let me be join'd when Heaven reveals	N
The judgment which admits of no appeals	N
And having heard from the deciding throne	D2
Well have ye suffer'd wisely have ye Done	E2
Henceforth the Kingdom of the blest is yours	N
For you unfolds its everlasting doors	N
With joyfull Allelujahs let me hail	F2
The strength that o'er my weakness cou'd prevail	F2
Upheld me here and raised my feeble clay	O
To this felicity for which I pray	O
Thro' him whose intercession I implore	G2
And Heaven once enter'd prayer shall be no more	G2
Loud acclamations shall its place supply	H2
And praise the breath of Angells in the sky	H2

Anne Kingsmill Finch

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