The Lady Of La Garaye - Conclusion Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEE FFGHIIJJKKLLMMNNOOPP QQRRSSKKFFTTUUVVWWXX YIZA2 B2C2FFD2D2E2E2F2F2G2 G2H2H2I2I2J2K2L2L2| PEACE to their ashes Far away they lie | A |
| Among their poor beneath the equal sky | A |
| Among their poor who blessed them ere they went | B |
| For all the loving help and calm content | B |
| Oh happy beings who have gone to hear | C |
| 'Well done ye faithful servants ' sounding clear | D |
| How easy all your virtues to admire | E |
| How hard alas to copy and aspire | E |
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| Servant of God well done They serve God well | F |
| Who serve His creatures when the funeral bell | F |
| Tolls for the dead there's nothing left of all | G |
| That decks the scutcheon and the velvet pall | H |
| Save this The coronet is empty show | I |
| The strength and loveliness are hid below | I |
| The shifting wealth to others hath accrued | J |
| And learning cheers not the grave' solitude | J |
| What's DONE is what remains Ah blessed they | K |
| Who leave completed tasks of love to stay | K |
| And answer mutely for them being dead | L |
| Life was not purposeless though Life be fled | L |
| Even as I write before me seem to rise | M |
| Like stars in darkness well remembered eyes | M |
| Whose light but lately shone on earth's endeavour | N |
| Now vanished from this troubled world for ever | N |
| Oh missed and mourned by many I being one | O |
| HERBERT not vainly thy career was run | O |
| Nor shall Death's shadow and the folding shroud | P |
| Veil from the future years thy worth allowed | P |
| Since all thy life thy single hope and aim | Q |
| Was to do good not make thyself a name | Q |
| 'Tis fit that by the good remaining yet | R |
| Thy name be one men never can forget | R |
| Oh eyes I first knew in our mutual youth | S |
| So full of limpid earnestness and truth | S |
| Eyes I saw fading still as day by day | K |
| The body not the spirit's strength gave way | K |
| Eyes that I last saw lifting their farewell | F |
| To the now darkened windows where I dwell | F |
| And wondered as I stood there sadly gazing | T |
| If Death were brooding in their faint upraising | T |
| If never more thy footstep light should cross | U |
| My threshold stone but friends bewail thy loss | U |
| And She bewidowed young who lonely trains | V |
| Children that boast thy good blood in their veins | V |
| Fair eyes your light was quenched while men still thought | W |
| To see those tasks to full perfection brought | W |
| But GOOD is not a shapeless mass of stone | X |
| Hewn by man's hands and worked by him alone | X |
| It is a seed God suffers One to sow | Y |
| Many to reap and when the harvests grow | I |
| GOD giveth increase through all coming years | Z |
| And lets us reap in joy seed that was sown in tears | A2 |
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| Brave heart true soldier's son set at thy post | B2 |
| Deserting not till life itself was lost | C2 |
| Thou faithful sentinel for others' weal | F |
| Clad in a surer panoply than steel | F |
| A resolute purpose sleep as heroes sleep | D2 |
| Slain but not conquered We thy loss must weep | D2 |
| And while our sight the mist of sorrow dims | E2 |
| Feel all these comforting words die down like hymns | E2 |
| Hushed after service in cathedral walls | F2 |
| But proudly on thy name thy country calls | F2 |
| By thee raised higher than the highest place | G2 |
| Yet won by any of thy ancient race | G2 |
| Be thy sons like thee Sadly as I bend | H2 |
| Above the page I write thy name lost friend | H2 |
| With a friend's name this brief book did begin | I2 |
| And a friend's name shall end it names that win | I2 |
| Happy remembrance from the great and good | J2 |
| Names that shall sink not in oblivion's flood | K2 |
| But with clear music like a church bell's chime | L2 |
| Sound through the river's sweep of onward rushing Time | L2 |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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