The Miracle Of Padre Junipero Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDEDDEEFFBBGGBB HHIIJKJK FFLLBBFF MMFFMFMF FFNNFFOOEEDDPP FBBFDDBBBBQQQ FFFFEEGGR ASBBThis is the tale that the Chronicle | A |
Tells of the wonderful miracle | A |
Wrought by the pious Padre Serro | B |
The very reverend Junipero | B |
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The heathen stood on his ancient mound | C |
Looking over the desert bound | C |
Into the distant hazy South | D |
Over the dusty and broad champaign | E |
Where with many a gaping mouth | D |
And fissure cracked by the fervid drouth | D |
For seven months had the wasted plain | E |
Known no moisture of dew or rain | E |
The wells were empty and choked with sand | F |
The rivers had perished from the land | F |
Only the sea fogs to and fro | B |
Slipped like ghosts of the streams below | B |
Deep in its bed lay the river's bones | G |
Bleaching in pebbles and milk white stones | G |
And tracked o'er the desert faint and far | B |
Its ribs shone bright on each sandy bar | B |
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Thus they stood as the sun went down | H |
Over the foot hills bare and brown | H |
Thus they looked to the South wherefrom | I |
The pale face medicine man should come | I |
Not in anger or in strife | J |
But to bring so ran the tale | K |
The welcome springs of eternal life | J |
The living waters that should not fail | K |
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Said one He will come like Manitou | F |
Unseen unheard in the falling dew | F |
Said another He will come full soon | L |
Out of the round faced watery moon | L |
And another said He is here and lo | B |
Faltering staggering feeble and slow | B |
Out from the desert's blinding heat | F |
The Padre dropped at the heathen's feet | F |
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They stood and gazed for a little space | M |
Down on his pallid and careworn face | M |
And a smile of scorn went round the band | F |
As they touched alternate with foot and hand | F |
This mortal waif that the outer space | M |
Of dim mysterious sky and sand | F |
Flung with so little of Christian grace | M |
Down on their barren sterile strand | F |
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Said one to him It seems thy God | F |
Is a very pitiful kind of God | F |
He could not shield thine aching eyes | N |
From the blowing desert sands that rise | N |
Nor turn aside from thy old gray head | F |
The glittering blade that is brandished | F |
By the sun He set in the heavens high | O |
He could not moisten thy lips when dry | O |
The desert fire is in thy brain | E |
Thy limbs are racked with the fever pain | E |
If this be the grace He showeth thee | D |
Who art His servant what may we | D |
Strange to His ways and His commands | P |
Seek at His unforgiving hands | P |
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Drink but this cup said the Padre straight | F |
And thou shalt know whose mercy bore | B |
These aching limbs to your heathen door | B |
And purged my soul of its gross estate | F |
Drink in His name and thou shalt see | D |
The hidden depths of this mystery | D |
Drink and he held the cup One blow | B |
From the heathen dashed to the ground below | B |
The sacred cup that the Padre bore | B |
And the thirsty soil drank the precious store | B |
Of sacramental and holy wine | Q |
That emblem and consecrated sign | Q |
And blessed symbol of blood divine | Q |
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Then says the legend and they who doubt | F |
The same as heretics be accurst | F |
From the dry and feverish soil leaped out | F |
A living fountain a well spring burst | F |
Over the dusty and broad champaign | E |
Over the sandy and sterile plain | E |
Till the granite ribs and the milk white stones | G |
That lay in the valley the scattered bones | G |
Moved in the river and lived again | R |
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Such was the wonderful miracle | A |
Wrought by the cup of wine that fell | S |
From the hands of the pious Padre Serro | B |
The very reverend Junipero | B |
Bret Harte
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