Fishers Of Men Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIJ BKLK MNON PQDQ PRST PUVU WXYZ PNA2N B2BC2B A2ED2E RNE2N| I had a dream a varied dream | A |
| Before my ravished sight | B |
| The city of my Lord arose | C |
| With all its love and light | B |
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| The music of a myriad harps | D |
| Flowed out with sweet accord | E |
| And saints were casting down their crowns | F |
| In homage to our Lord | E |
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| My heart leaped up with untold joy | G |
| Life's toil and pain were o'er | H |
| My weary feet at last had found | I |
| The bright and restful shore | J |
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| Just as I reached the gates of light | B |
| Ready to enter in | K |
| From earth arose a fearful cry | L |
| Of sorrow and of sin | K |
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| I turned and saw behind me surge | M |
| A wild and stormy sea | N |
| And drowning men were reaching out | O |
| Imploring hands to me | N |
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| And ev'ry lip was blanched with dread | P |
| And moaning for relief | Q |
| The music of the golden harps | D |
| Grew fainter for their grief | Q |
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| Let me return I quickly said | P |
| Close to the pearly gate | R |
| My work is with these wretched ones | S |
| So wrecked and desolate | T |
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| An angel smiled and gently said | P |
| This is the gate of life | U |
| Wilt thou return to earth's sad scenes | V |
| Its weariness and strife | U |
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| To comfort hearts that sigh and break | W |
| To dry the falling tear | X |
| Wilt thou forego the music sweet | Y |
| Entrancing now thy ear | Z |
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| I must return I firmly said | P |
| The strugglers in that sea | N |
| Shall not reach out beseeching hands | A2 |
| In vain for help to me | N |
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| I turned to go but as I turned | B2 |
| The gloomy sea grew bright | B |
| And from my heart there seemed to flow | C2 |
| Ten thousand cords of light | B |
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| And sin wrecked men with eager hands | A2 |
| Did grasp each golden cord | E |
| And with my heart I drew them on | D2 |
| To see my gracious Lord | E |
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| Again I stood beside the gate | R |
| My heart was glad and free | N |
| For with me stood a rescued throng | E2 |
| The Lord had given me | N |
Frances E. W. Harper
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