The Soul Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDDC EFFE GHHG IB I JKKJ LMML ENNE OPPP GQQG JGGJ RGGN SRRS PTTP| All my mind has sat in state | A |
| Pond'ring on the deathless Soul | B |
| What must be the Perfect Whole | B |
| When the atom is so great | A |
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| God I fall in spirit down | C |
| Low as Persian to the sun | D |
| All my senses one by one | D |
| In the stream of Thought must drown | C |
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| On the tide of mystery | E |
| Like a waif I'm seaward borne | F |
| Ever looking for the morn | F |
| That will yet interpret Thee | E |
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| Opening my blinded eyes | G |
| That have strove to look within | H |
| 'Whelmed in clouds of doubt and sin | H |
| Sinking where I dared to rise | G |
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| Could I trace one Spirit's flight | I |
| Track it to its final goal | B |
| Know that 'Spirit' meant 'the Soul ' | - |
| I must perish in the light | I |
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| All in vain I search and cry | J |
| What O Soul and whence art thou | K |
| Lower than the earth I bow | K |
| Stricken with the grave reply | J |
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| Wouldst thou ope what God has sealed | L |
| Sealed in mercy here below | M |
| What is best for man to know | M |
| Shall most surely be revealed | L |
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| Deep on deep of mystery | E |
| Ask the sage he knows no more | N |
| Of the soul's unspoken lore | N |
| Than the child upon his knee | E |
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| Cannot tell me whence the thought | O |
| That is passing through my mind | P |
| Where the mystic soul is shrined | P |
| Wherewith all my life is fraught | P |
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| Knows not how the brain conceives | G |
| Images almost divine | Q |
| Cannot work my mental mine | Q |
| Cannot bind my golden sheaves | G |
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| Is he wiser then than I | J |
| Seeing he can read the stars | G |
| I have rode in fancy's oars | G |
| Leagues beyond his farthest sky | J |
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| Some old Rabbi dreaming o'er | R |
| The sweet legends of his race | G |
| Ask him for some certain trace | G |
| Of the far eternal shore | N |
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| No The Talmud page is dark | S |
| Though it burn with quenchless fire | R |
| And the insight must pierce higher | R |
| That would find the vital spark | S |
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| O my Soul be firm and wait | P |
| Hoping with the zealous few | T |
| Till the Shekinah of the True | T |
| Lead thee through the Golden Gate | P |
Charles Sangster
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