Finality Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACCB DEDFFE GHGIIH JKJLMK JHJNNH OPOQQP RIRSSI TUVWWF XOXYYO GZLA2A2B2 C2D2C2E2E2D2 NKNBBK

A HEAVY and desolate sense of lifeA
Is all the Past makes mine and stillB
A cold contempt of Fortune s strifeA
Despite the dreadC
Of want of breadC
Numbs clogs like ice my weary willB
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How little is there on the earthD
That I at length can venerateE
I see at most one world wide dearthD
Of wisdom freeF
True pietyF
Of noble love of honest hateE
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With little hope of higher goodG
For Man for me of earthly blissH
Yet I withstand as I ve withstoodG
The evil planI
Man teaches manI
Of valuing all things amissH
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There s nothing under the godlike sunJ
Worth loving to be bought or soldK
The only wealth by labour wonJ
Besides the foodL
Supplying bloodM
Is human excellence not goldK
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All other things designed or doneJ
Their only real value missH
But in so far as this each oneJ
And all sustainN
Adorn explainN
Secure and enter into thisH
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Beauty itself were nothing noO
But for Love s golden heart and eyeP
Nay Truth were dead but for the glowO
Around its shrineQ
Of minds divineQ
Of martyr minds that may not dieP
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Why pile we stone on stone to raiseR
Jail fane or public hall why planI
Fortress or tower for future daysR
Yet leave unbuiltS
To wrong or guiltS
That nobler pile the Mind of ManI
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With finer wool the land to dowerT
Behold how strongly we are movedU
Even while a Nation s thinking powerV
Unvalued yetW
Unnamed we letW
All bestial grow being unimprov dF
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Can then the seed in God s right handX
Of Happiness when shed belowO
Find fitting nurture in a landX
Of wilding soilY
And selfish toilY
I tell ye Time shall answer NoO
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I tell ye that all public goodG
All individual worth and peaceZ
All youthful nobleness of moodL
Like rose leaves thinA2
Must wither inA2
The sordid breath of days like theseB2
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O for a prophet s tongue to teachC2
The truths I cannot else revealD2
O for a conqueror s power to reachC2
The holy aimE2
That doth inflameE2
And nerve me with a martyr s zealD2
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Tis vain the sacred wish is vainN
Men but renew the strifes of oldK
But value with a greed insaneN
All devilish skillB
All splendid illB
That fetters Truth with chains of goldK

Charles Harpur



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