At The Gate Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCC DADAAEE FGFGGHH IJKJJCC ALAMLNO PQPRRSS DTDTTUU NVNVVFF RCRCCWW HXHXXYY LZLZZA2A2 AFAFFRR B2C2B2C2C2D2D2 E2F2E2F2F2DD G2H2G2I2I2J2J2 DXDXXK2K2 L2BL2BBM2M2 BN2BN2N2EE WAWAAJ2J2 WO2WO2O2YY CP2CP2P2Q2Q2 R2B2R2B2B2S2S2 Q2J2Q2J2J2T2U2 GIGIKGG FGFGGCC FCFCCAA IFFFFJ2J2 YFYFFOOThe monastery towers as pure and fair | A |
As virgin vows reached up white hands to Heaven | B |
The walls to guard the hidden heart of prayer | A |
Were strong as sin and white as sin forgiven | B |
And there came holy men by world's woe driven | B |
And all about the gold green meadows lay | C |
Flower decked like children dear that keep May holiday | C |
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Here said the Abbot let us spend our days | D |
Days sweetened by the lilies of pure prayer | A |
Hung with white garlands of the rose of praise | D |
And lest the World should enter with her snare | A |
Enter and laugh and take us unaware | A |
With her red rose her purple and her gold | E |
Choose we a stranger's hand the porter's keys to hold | E |
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They chose a beggar from the world outside | F |
To keep their worldward door for them and he | G |
Filled with a humble and adoring pride | F |
Built up a wall of proud humility | G |
Between the monastery's sanctity | G |
And the poor foolish humble folk who came | H |
To ask for love and care in the dear Saviour's name | H |
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For when the poor crept to the guarded gate | I |
To ask for succour when the tired asked rest | J |
When weary souls bereft and desolate | K |
Craved comfort when the murmur of the oppressed | J |
Surged round the grove where prayer had made her nest | J |
The porter bade such take their griefs away | C |
And at some other door their bane and burden lay | C |
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For this he said is the white house of prayer | A |
Where day and night the holy voices rise | L |
Through the chill trouble of our earthly air | A |
And enter at the gate of Paradise | M |
Trample no more our flower fields in such wise | L |
Nor crave the alms of our deep laden bough | N |
The prayers of holy men are alms enough I trow | O |
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So seeing that no sick or sorrowing folk | P |
Came ever to be healed or comforted | Q |
The Abbot to his brothers gladly spoke | P |
God has accepted our poor prayers he said | R |
Over our land His answering smile is spread | R |
He has put forth His strong and loving hand | S |
And sorrow and sin and pain have ceased in all the land | S |
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So make we yet more rich our hymns of praise | D |
Warm we our prayers against our happy heart | T |
Since God hath taken the gift of all our days | D |
To make a spell that bids all wrong depart | T |
Has turned our praise to balm for the world's smart | T |
Fulfilled of prayer and praise be every hour | U |
For God transfigures praise and transmutes prayer to power | U |
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So went the years The flowers blossomed now | N |
Untrampled by the dusty weary feet | V |
Unbroken hung the green and golden bough | N |
For none came now to ask for fruit or meat | V |
For ghostly food or common bread to eat | V |
And dreaming praying the monks were satisfied | F |
Till God remembering him the beggar porter died | F |
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When they had covered up the foolish head | R |
And on the foolish loving heart heaped clay | C |
Which of us brothers now the Abbot said | R |
Will face the world to keep the world away | C |
But all their hearts were hard with prayer and Nay | C |
They cried ah bid us not our prayers to leave | W |
Ah father not to day for this is Easter Eve | W |
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And while they murmured to their midst there came | H |
A beggar saying Brothers peace be still | X |
I am your Brother in our Father's name | H |
And I will be your porter if ye will | X |
Guarding your gate with what I have of skill | X |
So all they welcomed him and closed the door | Y |
And gat them gladly back unto their prayers once more | Y |
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But lo no sooner did the prayer arise | L |
A golden flame athwart the chancel dim | Z |
Then came the porter crying Haste arise | L |
A sick old man waits you to tend on him | Z |
And many wait a knight whose wound gapes grim | Z |
A red stained man with red sins to confess | A2 |
A mother pale who brings her child for you to bless | A2 |
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The brothers hastened to the gate and there | A |
With unaccustomed hand and voice they tried | F |
To ease the body's pain the spirit's care | A |
But ere the task was done the porter cried | F |
Behold the Lord sets your gate open wide | F |
For here be starving folk who must be fed | R |
And little ones that cry for love and daily bread | R |
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And with each slow foot hour came ever a throng | B2 |
Of piteous wanderers sinful folk and sad | C2 |
And still the brothers ministered but long | B2 |
The day seemed with no prayer to make them glad | C2 |
No holy meditative joys they had | C2 |
No moment's brooding place could poor prayer find | D2 |
Mid all those heart to heal and all those wounds to bind | D2 |
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And when the crowded sunlit day at last | E2 |
Left the field lonely with its trampled flowers | F2 |
Into the chapel's peace the brothers passed | E2 |
To quell the memory of those hurrying hours | F2 |
Our holy time they said once more is ours | F2 |
Come let us pay our debt of prayer and praise | D |
Forgetting in God's light the darkness of man's ways | D |
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But ere their voices reached the first psalm's end | G2 |
They heard a new strange rustling round their house | H2 |
Then came the porter Here comes many a friend | G2 |
Pushing aside your budding orchard boughs | I2 |
Come brothers justify your holy vows | I2 |
Here be God's patient poor four footed things | J2 |
Seek healing at God's well whence loving kindness springs | J2 |
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Then cried the Abbot in a vexed amaze | D |
Our brethren we must aid if 'tis God's will | X |
But the wild creatures of the forest ways | D |
Himself God heals with His Almighty skill | X |
And charity is good and love but still | X |
God shall not look in vain for the white prayers | K2 |
We send on silver feet to climb the starry stairs | K2 |
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For of all worthy things prayer has most worth | L2 |
It rises like sweet incense up to heaven | B |
And from God's hand falls back upon the earth | L2 |
Being of heavenly bread the accepted leaven | B |
Through prayer is virtue saved and sin forgiven | B |
In prayer the impulse and the force are found | M2 |
That bring in purple and gold the fruitful seasons round | M2 |
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For prayer comes down from heaven in the sun | B |
That giveth life and joy to all things made | N2 |
Prayer falls in rain to make broad rivers run | B |
And quickens the seeds in earth's brown bosom laid | N2 |
By prayer the red hung branch is earthward weighed | N2 |
By prayer the barn grows full and full the fold | E |
For by man's prayer God works his wonders manifold | E |
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The porter seemed to bow to the reproof | W |
But when the echo of the night's last prayer | A |
Died in the mystery of the vaulted roof | W |
A whispered memory in the hallowed air | A |
The Abbot turned to find him standing there | A |
Brother he said I have healed the woodland things | J2 |
And they go happy and whole blessing Love's ministerings | J2 |
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And having healed them I shall crave your leave | W |
To leave you for to night I journey far | O2 |
But I have kept your gate this Easter Eve | W |
And now your house to heaven shines like a star | O2 |
To show the Angels where God's children are | O2 |
And in this day your house has served God more | Y |
Than in the praise and prayer of all its years before | Y |
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Yet I must leave you though I fain would stay | C |
For there are other gates I go to keep | P2 |
Of houses round whose walls long day by day | C |
Shut out of hope and love poor sinners weep | P2 |
Barred folds that keep out God's poor wandering sheep | P2 |
I must teach these that gates where God comes in | Q2 |
Must not be shut at all to pain or want or sin | Q2 |
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The voice of prayer is very soft and weak | R2 |
And sorrow and sin have voices very strong | B2 |
Prayer is not heard in heaven when those twain speak | R2 |
The voice of prayer faints in the voice of wrong | B2 |
By the just man endured oh Lord how long | B2 |
If ye would have your prayers in heaven be heard | S2 |
Look that wrong clamour not with too intense a word | S2 |
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But when true love is shed on want and sin | Q2 |
Their cry is changed and grows to such a voice | J2 |
As clamours sweetly at heaven to be let in | Q2 |
Such sound as makes the saints in heaven rejoice | J2 |
Pure gold of prayer purged of the vain alloys | J2 |
Of idleness that is the sound most dear | T2 |
Of all the earthly sounds God leans from heaven to hear | U2 |
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Oh brother I must leave thee and for me | G |
The work is heavy and the burden great | I |
Thine be this charge I lay upon thee See | G |
That never again stands barred thy abbey gate | I |
Look that God's poor be not left desolate | K |
Ah me that chidden my shepherds needs must be | G |
When my poor wandering sheep have so great need of me | G |
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Brother forgive thy Brother if he chide | F |
Thy Brother loves thee and has loved for see | G |
The nails are in my hands and in my side | F |
The spear wound and the thorns weigh heavily | G |
Upon my brow brother I died for thee | G |
For thee and for my sheep that are astray | C |
And rose to live for thee and them on Easter Day | C |
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My Master and my Lord the Abbot cried | F |
But where that face had been shone the new day | C |
Only on the marble by the Abbot's side | F |
Where those dear feet had stood a lily lay | C |
A lily white for the white Easter Day | C |
He sought the gate no sorrow clamoured there | A |
And not till then he dared to sink his soul in prayer | A |
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And from that day himself he kept the gate | I |
Wide open and the poor from far and wide | F |
The weary and wicked and disconsolate | F |
Came there for succour and were not denied | F |
The sick were healed the repentant sanctified | F |
And from their hearts rises more prayer and praise | J2 |
Than ever the abbey knew in all its prayer filled days | J2 |
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And there the Heavenly vision comes no more | Y |
Only each Easter now a lily sweet | F |
Lies white and dewy on the chancel floor | Y |
Where once had stood the beloved wounded feet | F |
And the old Abbot feels the nearing beat | F |
Of wings that bring him leave at last to go | O |
And meet his Master where the immortal lilies grow | O |
E. (edith) Nesbit
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