Our Father-s Business: Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCCD EFGHIJG KLMN OBBPQ RSTUVNWXMHDYDD VZA2B2 C2D2E2F2ZG2H2I2C2CD C2J2HSK2L2NM M2C2N2O2P2A2 Q2R2OS2GD T2C2U2V2U2RU2 W2P2X2P2Y2P2 UZ2HZ2I2Z2 RA3T2A3B3A3 C3C2D3C2E3C2 N2U2F3U2RU2

HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE OF 'CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE 'A
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O CHRIST CHILD Everlasting Holy OneB
Sufferer of all the sorrow of this worldC
Redeemer of the sin of all this worldC
Who by Thy death brought'st life into this worldC
O Christ hear usD
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This this is Thou No idle painter's dreamE
Of aureoled imaginary ChristF
Laden with attributes that make not GodG
But Jesus son of Mary lowly wiseH
Obedient subject unto parents mildI
Meek as the meek that shall inherit earthJ
Pure as the pure in heart that shall see GodG
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O infinitely human yet divineK
Half clinging childlike to the mother foundL
Yet half repelling as the soft eyes sayM
'How is it that ye sought me Wist ye notN
That I must be about my Father's business '-
As in the Temple's splendors mysticalO
Earth's wisdom hearkening to the all wise OneB
Earth's closest love clasping the all loving OneB
He sees far off the vision of the crossP
The Christ like glory and the Christ like doomQ
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Messiah Elder Brother Priest and KingR
The Son of God and yet the woman's seedS
Enterer within the veil Victor of deathT
And made to us first fruits of them that sleepU
Saviour and Intercessor Judge and LordV
All that we know of Thee or knowing notN
Love only waiting till the perfect timeW
When we shall know even as we are knownX
O Thou Child Jesus Thou dost seem to sayM
By the soft silence of these heavenly eyesH
That rose out of the depths of nothingnessD
Upon this limner's reverent soul and handY
We too should be about our father's businessD
O Christ hear usD
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Have mercy on us Jesus Christ our LordV
The cross Thou borest still is hard to bearZ
And awful even to humblest followerA2
The little that Thou givest each to doB2
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Of this Thy Father's business whether it beC2
Temptation by the devil of the fleshD2
Or long linked years of lingering toil obscureE2
Uncomforted save by the solemn restsF2
On mountain tops of solitary prayerZ
Oft ending in the supreme sacrificeG2
The putting off all garments of delightH2
And taking sorrow's kingly crown of thornI2
In crucifixion of all self to TheeC2
Who offeredst up Thyself for all the worldC
O Christ hear usD
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Our Father's business unto us as TheeC2
The whole which this earth life this hand breadth spanJ2
Out of our everlasting life that liesH
Hidden with Thee in God can ask or needS
Outweighing all that heap of petty woesK2
To us a measure huge which angels blowL2
Out of the balance of our total lotN
As zephyrs blow the winged dust awayM
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O Thou who wert the Child of NazarethM2
Make us see only this and only TheeC2
Who camest but to do thy Father's willN2
And didst delight to do it Take Thou thenO2
Our bitterness of loss aspirings vainP2
And anguishes of unfulfilled desireA2
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Our joys imperfect our sublimed despairsQ2
Our hopes our dreams our wills our loves our allR2
And cast them into the great crucibleO
In which the whole earth slowly purifiedS2
Runs molten and shall run the Will of GodG
O Christ hear usD
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An Autumn Psalm ForT2
NO shadow o'er the silver seaC2
That as in slumber heavesU2
No cloud on the September skyV2
No blight on any leavesU2
As the reaper comes rejoicingR
Bringing in his sheavesU2
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Long long and late the spring delayedW2
And summer dank with rainP2
Hung trembling o'er her sunless fruitX2
And her unripened grainP2
And like a weary hopeless lifeY2
Sobbed herself out in painP2
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So the year laid her child to sleepU
Her beauty half expressedZ2
Then slowly slowly cleared the skiesH
And smoothed the seas to restZ2
And raised the fields of yellowing cornI2
O'er Summer's buried breastZ2
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Till Autumn counterfeited SpringR
With such a flush of flowersA3
His fiery tinctured garlands moreT2
Than mocked the April bowersA3
And airs as sweet as airs of JuneB3
Brought on the twilight hoursA3
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O holy twilight tender calmC3
O star above the seaC2
O golden harvest gathered inD3
With late solemnityC2
And thankful joy for gifts nigh lostE3
Which yet so plenteous beC2
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Although the rain cloud wraps the hillN2
And sudden swoop the leavesU2
And the year nears his sacred endF3
No eye weeps no heart grievesU2
For the reaper came rejoicingR
Bringing in his sheavesU2

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik



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