Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 29 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDE BFBFBB GHGHIJ KILJGG MNJNOB PQPQGG ONBNRS| John My Father and your Father to my God and your God | A |
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| My shattered fancy stole away from me | B |
| Wits run a wooling over Eden's park | C |
| And in God's garden saw a golden tree | B |
| Whose heart was all divine and gold its bark | C |
| Whose glorious limbs and fruitful branches strong | D |
| With saints and angels bright are richly hung | E |
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| Thou Thou my dear dear Lord art this rich tree | B |
| The tree of life within God's Paradise | F |
| I am a withered twig dried fit to be | B |
| A chat cast in Thy fire writh off by vice | F |
| Yet if Thy milk white gracious hand will take me | B |
| And graft me in this golden stock Thou'lt make me | B |
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| Thou'lt make me then its fruit and branch to spring | G |
| And though a nipping east wind blow and all | H |
| Hell's nymphs with spite their dog's sticks therat ding | G |
| To dash the graft off and its fruits to fall | H |
| Yet I shall stand Thy graft and fruits that are | I |
| Fruits of the tree of life Thy graft shall bear | J |
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| I being graft in Thee there up do stand | K |
| In us relations all that mutual are | I |
| I am Thy patient pupil servant and | L |
| Thy sister mother dove spouse son and heir | J |
| Thou art my priest physician prophet king | G |
| Lord brother bridegroom father everything | G |
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| I being graft in Thee I am grafted here | M |
| Into Thy family and kindred claim | N |
| To all in heaven God saints and angels there | J |
| I Thy relations my relations name | N |
| Thy father's mine Thy God my God and I | O |
| With saints and angels draw affinity | B |
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| My Lord what is it that Thou dost bestow | P |
| The praise on this account fills up and throngs | Q |
| Eternity brimful doth overflow | P |
| The heavens vast with rich angelic songs | Q |
| How should I blush How tremble at this thing | G |
| Not having yet my gam ut learned to sing | G |
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| But Lord as burnished sunbeams forth out fly | O |
| Let angel shine forth in my life outflame | N |
| That I may grace Thy graceful family | B |
| And not to Thy relations be a shame | N |
| Make me Thy graft be Thou my golden stock | R |
| Thy glory then I'll make my fruits and crop | S |
Edward Taylor
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