Viva Perpetua Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Now being on the eve of death dischargedA
From every mortal hope and earthly careB
I questioned how my soul might best employC
This hand and this still wakeful flame of mindD
In the brief hours yet left me for their useE
Wherefore have I bethought me of my friendF
Of you Philarchus and your companyG
Yet wavering in the faith and unconfirmedH
Perchance that I may break into thine heartI
Some sorrowful channel for the love divineJ
I make this simple record of our proofK
In diverse sufferings for the name of ChristL
Whereof the end already for the mostM
Is death this day with steadfast faith enduredN
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We were in prison many days close pentO
In the black lower dungeon housed with thievesP
And murderers and divers evil menQ
So foul a pressure we had almost diedR
Even there in struggle for the breath of lifeS
Amid the stench and unendurable heatT
Nor could we find each other save by voiceU
Or touch to know that we were yet aliveV
So terrible was the darkness Yea 'twas hardW
To keep the sacred courage in our heartsX
When all was blind with that unchanging nightY
And foul with death and on our ears the tauntsZ
And ribald curses of the soldieryB
Fell mingled with the prisoners' cries a loadA2
Sharper to bear more bitter than their blowsB2
At first what with that dread of our abodeA2
Our sudden apprehension and the threatsC2
Ringing perpetually in our ears we lostD2
The living fire of faith and like poor hindsE2
Would have denied our Lord and fallen awayF2
Even Perpetua whose joyous faithG2
Was in the later holier days to beG
The stay and comfort of our weaker onesH2
Was silent for long whiles Perchance she shrankI2
In the mere sickness of the flesh confusedJ2
And shaken by our new and horrible plightY
The tender flesh untempered and untriedR
Not quickened yet nor mastered by the soulK2
For she was of a fair and delicate makeL2
Most gently nurtured to whom stripes and threatsC2
And our foul prison house were things undreamedM2
But little by little as our spirits grewB
Inured to suffering with clasped hands and tonguesN2
That cheered each other to incessant prayerB
We rose and faced our trouble we recalledO2
Our Master's sacred agony and deathP2
Setting before our eyes the high rewardQ2
Of steadfast faith the martyr's deathless crownR2
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So passed some days whose length and count we lostD2
Our bitterest trial Then a respite cameS2
One who had interest with the governorB
Wrought our removal daily for some hoursT2
Into an upper chamber where we satU2
And held each other's hands in childish joyC
Receiving the sweet gift of light and airB
With wonder and exceeding thankfulnessT2
And then began that life of daily growthV2
In mutual exaltation and sweet helpW2
That bore us as a gently widening streamX2
Unto the ocean of our martyrdomY2
Uniting all our feebler souls in oneZ2
A mightier we reached forth with this to GodA3
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Perpetua had been troubled for her babeB3
Robbed of the breast and now these many daysT2
Wasting for want of food but when that changeC3
Whereof I spake of light and libertyG
Relieved the horror of our prison gloomD3
They brought it to her and she sat apartI
And nursed and tended it and soon the childE3
Would not be parted from her arms but throveF3
And fattened and she kept it night and dayF2
And always at her side with sleepless careB
Hovered the young Felicitas a slightY
And spiritual figure every touch and toneG3
Charged with premonitory tendernessT2
Herself so near to her own motherhoodH3
Thus lightened and relieved PerpetuaI3
Recovered from her silent fit Her eyesT2
Regained their former deep serenityG
Her tongue its gentle daring for she knewB
Her life should not be taken till her babeB3
Had strengthened and outgrown the need of herB
Daily we were amazed at her soft strengthJ3
Her pliant and untroubled constancyG
Her smiling soldierly contempt of deathP2
Her beauty and the sweetness of her voiceT2
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Her father when our first few bitterest daysT2
Were over like a gust of grief and rageK3
Came to her in the prison with wild eyesT2
And cried 'How mean you daughter when you sayF2
You are a Christian How can any oneZ2
Of honoured blood the child of such as meG
Be Christian 'Tis an odious name the badgeL3
Only of outcasts and rebellious slaves '-
And she grief touched but with unyielding gazeT2
Showing the fulness of her slender heightY
'This vessel father being what it isT2
An earthen pitcher would you call it thusT2
Or would you name it by some other name '-
'Nay surely ' said the old man catching breathP2
And pausing and she answered 'Nor can IM3
Call myself aught but what I surely amN3
A Christian ' and her father flashing backO3
In silent anger left her for that timeP3
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A special favour to PerpetuaI3
Seemed daily to be given and her soulK2
Was made the frequent vessel of God's graceT2
Wherefrom we all less gifted sore athirstI3
Drank courage and fresh joy for glowing dreamsT2
Were sent her full of forms august and fraughtI3
With signs and symbols of the glorious endI3
Whereto God's love hath aimed us for Christ's sakeL2
Once at what hour I know not for we layF2
In that foul dungeon where all hours were lostI3
And day and night were indistinguishableQ3
We had been sitting a long silent whileR3
Some lightly sleeping others bowed in prayerB
When on a sudden like a voice from GodI3
Perpetua spake to us and all were rousedI3
Her voice was rapt and solemn 'Friends ' she saidI3
'Some word hath come to me in a dream I sawT2
A ladder leading to heaven all of goldI3
Hung up with lances swords and hooks A landI3
Of darkness and exceeding peril layF2
Around it and a dragon fierce as hellS3
Guarded its foot We doubted who should firstI3
Essay it but you Saturus at lastI3
So God hath marked you for especial graceT2
Advancing and against the cruel beastI3
Aiming the potent weapon of Christ's nameS2
Mounted and took me by the hand and IM3
The next one following and so the restI3
In order and we entered with great joyC
Into a spacious garden filled with lightI3
And balmy presences of love and restI3
And there an old man sat smooth browed white hairedI3
Surrounded by unnumbered myriadsT2
Of spiritual shapes and faces angel eyedI3
Milking his sheep and lifting up his eyesT2
He welcomed us in strange and beautiful speechT3
Unknown yet comprehended for it flowedI3
Not through the ears but forth right to the soulK2
God's language of pure love Between the lipsT2
Of each he placed a morsel of sweet curdI3
And while the curd was yet within my mouthU3
I woke and still the taste of it remainsT2
Through all my body flowing like white flameS2
Sweet as of some immaculate spiritual thing '-
And when Perpetua had spoken allV3
Were silent in the darkness ponderingW3
But Saturus spake gently for the restI3
'How perfect and acceptable must beG
Your soul to God Perpetua that thusT2
He bends to you and through you speaks his willX3
We know now that our martyrdom is fixedI3
Nor need we vex us further for this life '-
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While yet these thoughts were bright upon our soulsT2
There came the rumour that a day was setI3
To hear us Many of our former friendsT2
Some with entreaties some with taunts and threatsT2
Came to us to pervert us with the restI3
Again Perpetua's father worn with careB
Nor could we choose but pity his distressT2
So miserably with abject cries and tearsT2
He fondled her and called her 'Domina '-
And bowed his aged body at her feetI3
Beseeching her by all the names she lovedI3
To think of him his fostering care his yearsT2
And also of her babe whose life he saidI3
Would fail without her but PerpetuaI3
Sustaining by a gift of strength divineJ
The fulness of her noble fortitudeI3
Answered him tenderly 'Both you and IM3
And all of us my father at this hourB
Are equally in God's hands and what he willsT2
Must be' but when the poor old man was goneY3
She wept and knelt for many hours in prayerB
Sore tried and troubled by her tender heartI3
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One day while we were at our middI3

Archibald Lampman



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