Of The True Endeavour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD CECE FGFG HIHI CJCJ KLKL| Happy he in whom the honest love of fair endeavour lingers | A |
| Who has strength to do his labour and has pride to do it well | B |
| Carve he gems of purest water with an artist's cunning fingers | A |
| Hew the granite forge the beam or make a simple tale to tell | B |
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| His to feel a glow ecstatic of the mighty exhultation | C |
| That arose when out of chaos all the wheeling planets stood | D |
| Since when God beheld the wonder saw the stir of His creation | C |
| In the busy scheme of heaven and He said that it was good | D |
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| Never man has made with willing hands some thing of true intention | C |
| Cut in bone a strange rude picture to inspire the naked hordes | E |
| Or contrived a subtle engine with laborious invention | C |
| But has entered straight and freely to the joy that was the Lord's | E |
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| Those so blessed have with them solace balm to still the ache of sorrow | F |
| One companion who will cleave when friends and kindred turn away | G |
| But a jealous mistress is she and be sure again to morrow | F |
| She will draw you back repentant if ye wander far to day | G |
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| Few there are that know the ardour Some are weaving songs of beauty | H |
| Some have harped the living music some have built with noblest skill | I |
| Some are simple men exulting in the moiler's primal duty | H |
| When they swing their axes high or ring the hammer on the drill | I |
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| Not to all that love is given art the clear unfailing vision | C |
| Not power to carve the perfect form the bravest lances hurled | J |
| But the humblest hand sincere desire has quickened to decision | C |
| Beats a line of grace eternal in the metal of the world | J |
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| Men have prayed for many blessings for the boon of ease have ever | K |
| Plagued the God that drave out Adam to the tilling of the soil | L |
| Speak a prayer of honest effort to the God of Vast Endeavour | K |
| Give for each his toil O Lord for each the pride and joy of toil | L |
Edward Dyson
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