Go Work In My Vineyard Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GBHB CIJI GBKB LMNM OPQP RJBS BFTF UVWV| Go work in my vineyard said the Lord | A |
| And gather the bruised grain | B |
| But the reapers had left the stubble bare | C |
| And I trod the soil in pain | B |
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| The fields of my Lord are wide and broad | D |
| He has pastures fair and green | E |
| And vineyards that drink the golden light | F |
| Which flows from the sun's bright sheen | E |
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| I heard the joy of the reapers' song | G |
| As they gathered golden grain | B |
| Then wearily turned unto my task | H |
| With a lonely sense of pain | B |
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| Sadly I turned from the sun's fierce glare | C |
| And sought the quiet shade | I |
| And over my dim and weary eyes | J |
| Sleep's peaceful fingers strayed | I |
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| I dreamed I joined with a restless throng | G |
| Eager for pleasure and gain | B |
| But ever and anon a stumbler fell | K |
| And uttered a cry of pain | B |
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| But the eager crowd still hurried on | L |
| Too busy to pause or heed | M |
| When a voice rang sadly through my soul | N |
| You must staunch these wounds that bleed | M |
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| My hands were weak but I reached them out | O |
| To feebler ones than mine | P |
| And over the shadows of my life | Q |
| Stole the light of a peace divine | P |
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| Oh then my task was a sacred thing | R |
| How precious it grew in my eyes | J |
| 'Twas mine to gather the bruised grain | B |
| For the Lord of Paradise | S |
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| And when the reapers shall lay their grain | B |
| On the floors of golden light | F |
| I feel that mine with its broken sheaves | T |
| Shall be precious in His sight | F |
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| Though thorns may often pierce my feet | U |
| And the shadows still abide | V |
| The mists will vanish before His smile | W |
| There will be light at eventide | V |
Frances E. W. Harper
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