Sonnet: - Xviii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEFGDGCC

I do not wonder that the Druids builtA
Their sacred altars in the sacred grovesB
Fit place to worship God The native guiltA
Of our poor weak humanity behovesB
That we should set aside no little partC
Of the devotion of the yearning heartC
To rest and peace as typical of thatD
Sweet tranquil rest to which the good aspireE
Calm thoughts are as the purifying fireF
That burns the useless dross from life's mixed goldG
And lights the torch of mind While grasping atD
The shadow for the substance youth grows oldG
And groves of palm spring up in every heartC
Temples to God wherein we pray and sit apartC

Charles Sangster



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