Ode To The New Century Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEF GHGIJKJK LMLMNOPO QRSRTUTU VWVXLYLY K

The dial has pointed the hour and the hour has rounded the dayA
The day has finished the year that dies with a century's birthB
Eastward the morning stars sing as they go their wayA
Lo the Great Mother travaileth a king is born to the earthB
King of a hundred years and king of a million tombsC
Sovereign of infinite joys keeper of countless tearsD
Peace to the throneless dead hail to the ruler who comesE
King of a million tombs and king of a hundred yearsF
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Time and his tenant Death for the space of a moment's flightG
Stand on the bare black ridge dividing eternities twainH
One looks back to his realm all waste in the hopeless nightG
One with the eyes of hope sees it rebuilded againI
Behind are the gray gleaned fields with their worthless stubble of gravesJ
Strewn with the thistles of sin and the trampled chaff of desireK
Before are the acres of love not furrowed by hands of slavesJ
Not sown with sorrow and strife not wasted with flood or with fireK
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Great is the hour my Soul and great is the wonder to seeL
Prophet like dost thou look to yonder portentous skyM
Where lo the scroll is unfolding the scroll of the great To BeL
Look to the east O Soul and clear and strong be thine eyeM
Look to the west where once waved the cherubic swordN
Over man's Eden lost and see in the heavens aboveO
Not the angels of wrath bearing God's angry wordP
But the angels of Mercy and Peace the angels of Hope and of LoveO
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Great is the hour O Soul and great are the voices to hearQ
Voices of choral stars and the calling of deep unto deepR
Like to the natal hour when rolling sphere upon sphereS
Sprang from the bosom of God and sang of their limitless sweepR
Great is the hour O Soul and thou art a seer who looksT
Far through the mystic night and seeth the great unseenU
Truth that to us is blind and the lies of our prophets' booksT
Heaven and Hell and the land called Life that lies betweenU
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The region of shapes called Life with shadows behind and beforeV
Shadows voiceless as Death and dark as the sunless tombW
Shapes whose anguish and strife seem a glimpse of Hell's grim shoreV
Shadows that gave them life and shadows that hail them homeX
Great is the hour O Soul and great is the wonder to seeL
Thou art alone with God as he writes on the future's pageY
Two words in letters of fire one Doom one MysteryL
Alpha the last and the first Omega and names it an AgeY
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DecemberK

Charles Hamilton Musgrove



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