Epilogue: Hymns For The Christian's Day (epilogus) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CBDBEFBBGBBHEBBBBBEE AEEFCBBCABEHHE H ABABHHHHIHBHIBIBCHCH HHHHAHAHBHBHHH

Newly Translated Into English Verse By R Martin Pope is below this originalA
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EpilogusB
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Inmolat Deo PatriC
pius fidelis innocens pudicusB
dona conscientiaeD
quibus beata mens abundat intusB
alter et pecuniamE
recidit unde victitent egeniF
Nos citos iambicosB
sacramus et rotatiles trochaeosB
sanctitatis indigiG
nec ad levamen pauperum potentesB
adprobat tamen DeusB
pedestre carmen et benignus auditH
Multa divitis domoE
sita est per omnes angulos supellexB
Fulget aureus scyphusB
nec aere defit expolita pelvisB
est et olla fictilisB
gravisque et ampla argentea est parabsisB
Sunt eburna quaepiamE
nonnulla quercu sunt cavata et ulmoE
omne vas fit utileA
quod est ad usum congruens herilemE
Instruunt enim domumE
ut empta magno sic parata lignoF
Me paterno in atrioC
ut obsoletum vasculum caducisB
Christus aptat usibusB
sinitque parte in anguli manereC
Munus ecce fictileA
inimus intra regiam salutisB
attamen vel infimamE
Deo obsequelam praestitisse prodestH
Quidquid illud acciditH
iuvabit ore personasse ChristumE
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Epilogue Hymns For The Christian'S DayH
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The pure and faithful saint whose heart is wholeA
To God the Father makes his sacrificeB
From out the treasures of a stainless soulA
Glad gifts of innocence beyond all priceB
Another with free hand bestows his goldH
Whereby his needy neighbour may be fedH
No wealth of holiness my heart doth holdH
No store have I to buy my brothers breadH
So here I humbly dedicate to TheeI
The rolling trochee and iambus swiftH
Thou wilt approve my simple minstrelsyB
Thine ear will listen to Thy servant's giftH
The rich man's halls are nobly furnish dI
Therein no nook or corner empty seemsB
Here stands the brazen laver burnish dI
And there the golden goblet brightly gleamsB
Hard by some crock of clumsy earthen wareC
Massive and ample lies a silver plateH
And rough hewn cups of oak or elm are thereC
With vases carved of ivory delicateH
Yet every vessel in its place is goodH
So be it for the Master's service meetH
The priceless salver and the bowl of woodH
Alike He needs to make His home completeH
Therefore within His Father's spacious hallA
Christ fits me for the service of a dayH
Mean though I be a vessel poor and smallA
And in some lowly corner lets me stayH
Lo in the palace of the King of KingsB
I play the earthen pitcher's humble partH
Yet to have done Him meanest service bringsB
A thrill of rapture to my thankful heartH
Whate'er the end this thought will joy affordH
My lips have sung the praises of my LordH

Aurelius Clemens Prudentius



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