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The Bishop's Dream Of The Holy Sepulchre Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A lassie sells the War Cry on the corner	A
And the big drum booms and the raucous brass horns	B
Mingle with the cymbals and the silver triangle	C
I stand a moment listening then my friend	D
Who studies all religions finds a wonder	A
In orphic spectacles like this lays hold	E
Upon my arm and draws me to a door	F
Through which we look and see a room of seats	G
A platform at the end a table on it	H
And signs upon the wall Jesus is Waiting	I
And God is Love	J
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We enter take a seat	K
The band comes in and fills the room to bursting	I
With horns and drums They cease and feet are heard	L
The crowd has followed half the seats are full	M
After a prayer a song the captain mounts	N
The platform by the table and begins	O
Praise God so many girls are here to night	P
And Sister Trickey by the grace of God	Q
Saved from the wrath to come will speak to you	R
So Sister Trickey steps upon the platform	S
A woman nearing forty one would say	T
Blue eyed fair skinned and yellow haired a figure	A
Once trim enough no doubt grown stout at last	U
She was a pretty woman in her time	V
'Twas plain to see A shrewd intelligence	W
From living in the world shines in her face	X
We settle down to hear from Sister Trickey	Y
And in a moment she begins	O
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Young girls	Z
I thank the Lord for Jesus for he saved me	Y
I thank the Lord for Jesus every hour	A
No woman ever stained with redder sins	O
Had greater grace than mine Praise God for Jesus	A2
Praise God for blood that washes sins away	T
I was a woman fallen till Lord Jesus	A2
Forgave me helped me up and made me clean	B2
My name is Lilah Trickey Let me tell you	R
How music was my tempter Oh you girls	Z
If there be one before me who can sing	I
Beware the devil and beware your voice	C2
That it be used for Jesus not for Satan	D2
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I had a voice was leader of the choir	A
But Satan entered in my voice to tempt	E2
The bishop of the church and in my heart	F2
To tempt and use the bishop in the bishop	G2
Old Satan slipped to lure me from the path	H2
He fell from grace for listening And I	I2
Whose voice had turned him over to the devil	C
Fell as he fell He dragged me down with him	J2
No use to make it long one word's enough	K2
Old Satan is the first word and the last	U
And all between is nothing It's enough	K2
To say the bishop and myself eloped	U
Went to Montreaux He left a wife and children	D2
And I poor silly thing with promises	L2
Of culture of my voice in Paris lost	U
Good name and all And he lost all as well	M2
Good name his soul I fear because he took	N2
The church's money saying he would use it	U
To win the Holy Sepulchre in fact	U
Intending all the while to use the money	Y
For travel and for keeping up a house	O2
With me as soul mate For he never meant	U
To let me go to Paris for my voice	C2
He never got enough to pay for that	U
On that point he betrayed me now I see	Y
'Twas God who used him to deceive me there	P2
And leave me to return to Springfield broken	D2
An out cast fallen woman shamed and scorned	U
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We took a house in Montreaux plain enough	K2
As we looked at it passing but within	Q2
'Twas sweet and fair as Satan could desire	A
Engravings on the wall and marble mantels	Y
Gilt clocks upon the mantels lovely rugs	Y
Chests full of linen silver pewter china	R2
Soft beds with canopies of figured satin	D2
The scent of apple blossoms through the rooms	Y
A little garden vines against the wall	S2
There were the lake and mountains Oh but Satan	D2
Baited the hook with beauty But the bishop	G2
Seemed self absorbed depressed and never smiled	U
And every time his face came close to mine	T2
I smelled the brandy on him Conscience whipped	U
Its venomed tail against his peace of mind	U
And so he took the brandy to benumb	J2
The sting of conscience and to dull the pain	U2
He told me he had business in Montreaux	Y
Which would require some weeks would there be met	U
By people who had money for him I	I2
Was twenty three and green besides I walked	U
In dreamland thinking of the promised schooling	I
In Paris oh 'twas music as I said	U
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At last one day he said a friend was coming	I
And he went to the station Very soon	V2
I heard their steps the bishop and his friend	U
They entered I was curious and sat	U
Upon the stair way's landing just to hear	W2
And this is what I heard The bishop asked	U
'You've brought some money how much have you brought '	-
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The man replied 'four hundred dollars ' Then	X2
The bishop said 'I'll take it ' In a moment	U
I heard the clinking gold and heard the bishop	G2
Putting it in his pocket '	-
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God forgive me	J2
I never was so angry in my life	Y2
The bishop had been talking in big figures	Y
We would have thousands for my voice and Paris	Y
And here was just a paltry sum Scarce knowing	I
Just what I did perhaps I wished to see	J2
The American who brought the money well	M2
No matter what it was I walked in view	R
Upon the landing stood there for a moment	U
And saw our visitor a clergyman	D2
From all appearances He stared grew red	U
Large eyed and apoplectic then he rose	Y
Walked side ways backward stumbled toward the door	F
Rattled with shaking hand the knob and jerked	U
The door ajar with open mouth backed out	U
Upon the street and ran I heard him run	D2
A square at least	U
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The bishop looked at me	J2
His face all brandy blossoms left the room	J2
Came back at once with brandy on his breath	Z2
And all that day was tippling went to bed	U
So drunk I had to take his clothing off	A3
And help him in	Q2
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Young girls beware of music	B3
Save only hymns and sacred oratorios	Y
Beware the theatre and dancing hall	S2
Take lesson from my fate	U
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The morning came	J2
The bishop called me he was very ill	C3
And pale with fear He had a dream that night	U
Satan had used him and abandoned him	J2
And Death whom only Jesus can put down	D3
Was standing by the bed He called to me	J2
And said to me	J2
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'That money's in that drawer	F
Use it to reach America but use it	U
To send my body back Death's in the corner	A
Behind that cabinet there see him look	N2
I had a dream go get a pen and paper	A
And write down what I tell you God forgive me	J2
Oh what a blasphemer am I O woman	D2
To lie here dying and to know that God	U
Has left me hell awaits me horrible	C
Last night I dreamed this man who brought the money	J2
This man and I were walking from Damascus	Y
And in a trice came down to Olivet	U
Just then great troops of men sprang up around us	Y
And hailed us as expecting our approach	E3
And there I saw the faces hundreds maybe	J2
Of congregations who had trusted me	J2
In all the long past years Oh sinful woman	D2
Why did you cross my path ' he moaned at times	Y
'And wreck my ministry '	-
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'And so these crowds	Y
Armed as it seemed exulted called me general	C
And shouted forward So we ran like mad	U
And came before a building with a dome	J2
You know I've seen a picture of it somewhere	P2
And so the crowds yelled let the bishop enter	A
And see the sepulchre while we keep guard	U
They pushed me in But when I was inside	U
There was no dome above us was the sky	I2
And what seemed walls was nothing but a fence	Y
Before us was a stable with a stall	S2
Where two cows munched the hay There was a farmer	A
Who with a pitchfork bedded down the stall	S2
Where is the holy sepulchre I asked	U
My army's at the door He kept at work	F3
And never raised his eyes and only said	U
Don't know I haven't time for things like that	U
You're 'bout the hundredth man who's asked me that	U
We don't know where it is nor do we care	P2
We live here and we knew him so we feel	G3
Less interest than you But have you thought	U
If you should find it it would only be	J2
A tomb like other tombs Why look at this	Y
Here is the very manger where he lay	T
What is it Just a manger filled with straw	H3
These cows are not the very cows you know	I3
But cows are cows in every age and place	Y
I think that board there has been nailed on since	Y
Outside of that the place is just the same	J2
Now what's the good of seeing it His mother	A
Lay in that corner there what if she did	U
That lantern on the wall's the very one	D2
They came to see the child with from the inn	Q2
What of it Take your army and go on	J3
And leave me with my barn and with my cows	Y
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'So all the glory vanished Devil magic	B3
Stripped all the glory off No angels singing	I
No star of Bethlehem no magi kneeling	I
No Mary crowned no Jesus King no mystic	B3
Blood for sins' remission just a barn	K3
A stall two cows a lantern all the glory	J2
Swept from the gospel That's my punishment	U
My poor weak brain filled full of all this dream	J2
Which seems as real as life to lie here dying	I
Too weak to shake the dream To see Death there	P2
Behind that cabinet there see him look	N2
By God forsaken all theology	J2
All mystery all wonder all delight	U
Of spiritual vision swept away as clean	B2
As winds sweep up the clouds and thus to see	J2
While dying just a manger and two cows	Y
A lantern on the wall	S2
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'And thus to see	J2
For blasphemy that duped an honest heart	U
And took the pitiful dollars of the flock	L3
To win you with oh woman woman woman	D2
A barn a stall a lantern limned so clear	M3
In such a daylight of clear seeing senses	Y
That all the splendor the miraculous	Y
Wonder of the virgin nimbused child	U
The star that followed till it rested over	A
The manger such a manger all are wrecked	U
All blotted from belief all snatched away	T
From hands pushed off by God no longer holding	I
The robes of God '	-
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And so the bishop raved	U
While I stood terrified since I could feel	G3
Death in the room and almost see the monster	A
Behind the cabinet	U
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Then the bishop said	U
'My dream went on I crossed the stable yard	U
And passed into a place of tombs And look	N2
Before I knew I stepped into a hole	N3
A sunken grave with just a slab at head	U
And Jesus carven on it nothing else	Y
No date no birth no parentage '	-
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'I lie	I2
Tormented by the pictures of this dream	J2
Woman take to your death bed with clear mind	U
Of gospel faith clean conscience sins forgiven	D2
The thoughts that we must suffer with and die with	O3
Are worth the care of all the days of life	Y2
All life should be directed to this end	U
Lest when the mind lies fallen vultures swoop	P3
And with their wings blot out the sun of faith	Q3
And with their croakings drown the voice of God '	-
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He ceased became delirious So he died	U
And I still unrepentant buried him	J2
There in Montreaux and with what gold remained	U
Went on to Paris	Y
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See how I was marked	U
For God's salvation	D2
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There I went to see	J2
The celebrated teacher Jean Strakosch	E3
Who looked at me with insolent calm eyes	Y
And face impassive let me sing a scale	R3
Then shook his head A diva as I thought	U
Came in just then They talked in French and I	I2
Prickling from head to foot with shame ignored	U
Left standing like a fool passed from the room	J2
So music turned on me but God received me	J2
And I came back to Springfield But the Lord	U
Made life too hard for me without the fold	U
I was so shunned and scorned I had no place	Y
Save with the fallen with the mockers drinkers	Y
Thus being in conviction after struggles	Y
And many prayers I found salvation found	U
My work in life which is to talk to girls	Y
And stand upon this platform and relate	U
My story for their good	U
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She ceased Amens	Y
Went up about the room The big drum boomed	U
And the raucous brass horns mingled with the cymbals	Y
The silver triangle and the singing voices	Y
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My friend and I arose and left the room	J2