The Now Jerusalem, Song Of Mary The Mother Of Christ (london: E. Allde) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKLK JMIM ABCB JNJN FOPO QRSR SSSS ABSB| HIERUSALEM my happy home | A |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp When shall I come to thee | B |
| When shall my sorrows have an end | C |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Thy joys when shall I see | B |
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| O happy harbour of the Saints | D |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp O sweet and pleasant soil | E |
| In thee no sorrow may be found | F |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp No grief no care no toil | E |
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| There lust and lucre cannot dwell | G |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp There envy bears no sway | H |
| There is no hunger heat nor cold | I |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp But pleasure every way | H |
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| Thy walls are made of precious stones | J |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Thy bulwarks diamonds square | K |
| Thy gates are of right orient pearl | L |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Exceeding rich and rare | K |
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| Thy turrets and thy pinnacles | J |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp With carbuncles do shine | M |
| Thy very streets are paved with gold | I |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Surpassing clear and fine | M |
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| Ah my sweet home Hierusalem | A |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Would God I were in thee | B |
| Would God my woes were at an end | C |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Thy joys that I might see | B |
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| Thy gardens and thy gallant walks | J |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Continually are green | N |
| There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers | J |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp As nowhere else are seen | N |
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| Quite through the streets with silver sound | F |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp The flood of Life doth flow | O |
| Upon whose banks on every side | P |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp The wood of Life doth grow | O |
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| There trees for evermore bear fruit | Q |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp And evermore do spring | R |
| There evermore the angels sit | S |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp And evermore do sing | R |
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| Our Lady sings Magnificat | S |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp With tones surpassing sweet | S |
| And all the virgins bear their part | S |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Sitting about her feet | S |
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| Hierusalem my happy home | A |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Would God I were in thee | B |
| Would God my woes were at an end | S |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Thy joys that I might see | B |
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