Hymn For Christmas-day (hymnus Viii. Kalendas Ianuarias) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDB BABC AAEA FAAA AADA CDCA ACAE BGCC BACB CCCC CBAH CDCD AACA ACAD CCBD BCBC DABD DDDA CCCB CGDC ACFC CIAC IBBI AADB AGFA AAAA ECBC ADAB AAGC C HHCC CCCC BBAA DDCC JJGG CCAA AAEE CCBB AACC GGAA EECC AADD KKAA AACC CCEE GGLA AACC CCMM AACC DDHH GMCC CCGG AACC CCEE CCEE AACC CCCC GGCC NNCC

Hymnus VIII Kalendas IanuariasA
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Quid est quod artum circulumB
sol iam recurrens deseritC
Christusne terris nasciturD
qui lucis auget tramitemB
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Heu quam fugacem gratiamB
festina volvebat diesA
quam pene subductam facemB
sensim recisa extinxeratC
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Caelum nitescat laetiusA
gratetur et gaudens humusA
scandit gradatim denuoE
iubar priores lineasA
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Emerge dulcis pusioF
quem mater edit castitasA
parens et expers coniugisA
mediator et duplex genusA
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Ex ore quamlibet PatrisA
sis ortus et verbo editusA
tamen paterno in pectoreD
sophia callebas priusA
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Quae prompta caelum condiditC
caelum diemque et ceteraD
virtute verbi effecta suntC
haec cuncta nam verbum DeusA
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Sed ordinatis seculisA
rerumque digesto statuC
fundator ipse et artifexA
permansit in Patris sinuE
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donec rotata annaliumB
transvolverentur miliaG
atque ipse peccantem diuC
dignatus orbera viseretC
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Nam caeca vis mortaliumB
venerans inanes neniasA
vel aera vel saxa algidaC
vel ligna credebat DeumB
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Haec dum sequuntur perfidiC
praedonis in ius venerantC
et mancipatam fumidoC
vitam barathro inmerserantC
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Stragem sed istam non tulitC
Christus cadentum gentiumB
inpune ne forsan suiA
Patris periret fabricaH
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Mortale corpus induitC
ut excitato corporeD
mortis catenam frangeretC
hominemque portaret PatriD
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Hic ille natalis diesA
quo te creator arduusA
spiravit et limo indiditC
sermone carnem glutinansA
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Sentisne virgo nobilisA
matura per fastidiaC
pudoris intactum decusA
honore partus crescereD
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O quanta rerum gaudiaC
alvus pudica continetC
ex qua novellum seculumB
procedit et lux aureaD
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Vagitus ille exordiumB
vernantis orbis prodiditC
nam tunc renatus sordidumB
mundus veternum depulitC
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Sparsisse tellurem reorD
rus omne densis floribusA
ipsasque arenas syrtiumB
fragrasse nardo et nectareD
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Te cuncta nascentem puerD
sensere dura et barbaraD
victusque saxorum rigorD
obduxit herbam cotibusA
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Iam mella de scopulis fluuntC
iam stillat ilex aridoC
sudans amomum stipiteC
iam sunt myricis balsamaB
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O sancta praesepis tuiC
aeterne rex cunabulaG
populisque per seclum sacraD
mutis et ipsis creditaC
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Adorat haec brutum pecusA
indocta turba scilicetC
adorat excors natioF
vis cuius in pastu sita estC
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Sed cum fideli spirituC
concurrat ad praesepiaI
pagana gens et quadrupesA
sapiatque quod brutum fuitC
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Negat patrum prosapiaI
perosa praesentem DeumB
credas venenis ebriamB
furiisve lymphatam rapiI
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Quid prona per scelus ruisA
agnosce si quidquam tibiA
mentis resedit integraeD
ducem tuorum principumB
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Hunc quem latebra et obstetrixA
et virgo feta et cunulaeG
et inbecilla infantiaF
regem dederunt gentibusA
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peccator intueberisA
celsum coruscis nubibusA
deiectus ipse et inritusA
plangens reatum fletibusA
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Cum vasta signum bucinaE
terris cremandis miseritC
et scissus axis cardinemB
mundi ruentis solveritC
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Insignis ipse et praeminensA
meritis rependet congruaD
his lucis usum perpetisA
illis gehennam et tartarumB
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Iudaea tunc fulmen crucisA
experta qui sit sentiesA
quem te furoris praesuleG
mors hausit et mox reddiditC
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Hymn For Christmas DayC
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Why doth the sun re orient takeH
A wider range his limits breakH
Lo Christ is born and o'er earth's nightC
Shineth from more to more the lightC
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Too swiftly did the radiant dayC
Her brief course run and pass awayC
She scarce her kindly torch had firedC
Ere slowly fading it expiredC
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Now let the sky more brightly beamB
The earth take up the joyous themeB
The orb a broadening pathway gainsA
And with its erstwhile splendour reignsA
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Sweet babe of chastity the flowerD
A virgin's blest mysterious dowerD
Rise in Thy twofold nature's mightC
Rise God and man to reuniteC
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Though by the Father's will aboveJ
Thou wert begot the Son of LoveJ
Yet in His bosom Thou didst dwellG
Of Wisdom the eternal WellG
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Wisdom whereby the heavens were madeC
And light's foundations first were laidC
Creative Word all flows from TheeA
The Word is God eternallyA
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For though with process of the sunsA
The ordered whole harmonious runsA
Still the Artificer DivineE
Leaves not the Father's inmost shrineE
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The rolling wheels of Time had passedC
O'er their millennial journey vastC
Before in judgment clad He cameB
Unto the world long steeped in shameB
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The purblind souls of mortals crassA
Had trusted gods of stone and brassA
To things of nought their worship paidC
And senseless blocks of wood obeyedC
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And thus employed they fell belowG
The sway of man's perfidious foeG
Plunged in the smoky sheer abyssA
They sank bereft of their true blissA
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But that sore plight of ruined manE
Christ's pity could not lightly scanE
Nor let God's building nobly wroughtC
Ingloriously be brought to noughtC
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He wrapped Him in our fleshly guiseA
That from the tomb He might ariseA
And man released from death's grim snareD
Home to His Father's bosom bearD
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This is the day of Thy dear birthK
The bridal of the heaven and earthK
When the Creator breathed on TheeA
The breath of pure humanityA
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Ah glorious Maid dost thou not guessA
What guerdon thy chaste soul shall blessA
How by thy ripening pangs is boughtC
An honour greater than all thoughtC
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O what a load of joy untoldC
Thy womb inviolate doth holdC
Of thee a golden age is bornE
The brightness of the earth's new mornE
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Hearken doth not the infant's wailG
The universal springtide hailG
For now the world re born lays byL
Its gloomy frost bound apathyA
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Methinks in all her rustic bowersA
The earth is spread with clustering flowersA
Odours of nard and nectar sweetC
E'en o'er the sands of Syrtes fleetC
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All places rough and deserts wildC
Have felt from far Thy coming ChildC
Rocks to Thy gentle empire bowM
And verdure clothes the mountain browM
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Sweet honey from the boulder leapsA
The sere and leafless oak bough weepsA
A strange rich attar tamarisks tooC
Of balsam pure distil the dewC
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Bless d for ever cradle dearD
The lowly stall the cavern drearD
Men to this shrine Eternal KingH
With dumb brutes adoration bringH
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The ox and ass in homage lowG
Obedient to their Maker bowM
Bows too the unlearn'd heartless crowdC
Whose minds the sensual feast doth cloudC
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Though by the faithful Spirit impelledC
Shepherds and brutes unreasoning heldC
Yea folk that did in darkness dwellG
Discern their God in His poor cellG
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Yet children of the sacred raceA
Blindly abhor the Incarnate graceA
By philtres you might deem them lulledC
Or by some bacchic phrenzy dulledC
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Why headlong thus to ruin strideC
If aught of soundness in you bideC
Behold in Him the Lord divineE
Of all your patriarchal lineE
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Mark you the dim lit cave the MaidC
The humble nurse the cradle laidC
The helpless infancy forlornE
Yet thus the Gentiles' King was bornE
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Ah sinner thou shalt one day seeA
This Child in dreadful majestyA
See Him in glorious clouds descendC
While thou thy guilty heart shalt rendC
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Vain all thy tears when loud shall soundC
The trump when flames shall scorch the groundC
When from its hinge the cloven worldC
Is loosed in horrid tumult hurledC
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Then throned on high the Judge of allG
Shall mortals to their reckoning callG
To these shall grant the prize of lightC
To those Gehenna's gloomy nightC
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Then Israel shalt thou learn at lengthN
The Cross hath as the lightning strengthN
Doomed by thy wrath He now is LordC
Whom Death once grasped but soon restoredC

Aurelius Clemens Prudentius



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