New England Sabbath Bells Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHJKLK MNONDPQP RSTSUVWV XLYLZA2B2A2 C2D2E2D2E2F2IG2 MH2E2H2E2E2I2E2| Methinks I hear those tuneful chimes | A |
| Borne on the breath of morn | B |
| Proclaiming to the silent world | C |
| Another Sabbath born | B |
| With solemn sound they echo through | D |
| The stilly summer air | E |
| Winning the heart of wayward man | F |
| Unto the house of prayer | E |
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| New England's sweet church going bells | G |
| Their memory's very dear | H |
| And oft in dreams we seem to hear | I |
| Them ringing loud and clear | H |
| Again we see the village spire | J |
| Pointing toward the skies | K |
| And hear our reverend pastor tell | L |
| Of life that never dies | K |
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| We see him moving down the aisle | M |
| In light subdued and dim | N |
| The while the organ's swelling notes | O |
| Chant forth the grateful hymn | N |
| The forms of those our childhood knew | D |
| By meadow grove and hill | P |
| Are gathering round with kindly looks | Q |
| As if they loved us still | P |
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| In careless hours of gladsome youth | R |
| 'Twas our thrice blessed lot | S |
| To dwell upon New England's shores | T |
| Where God is not forgot | S |
| Where temples to his name are raised | U |
| And where on bended knee | V |
| The Christian sends to heavenly courts | W |
| The worship of the free | V |
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| New England's Sabbath chimes we love | X |
| Upon those words to dwell | L |
| They fall upon our spirits with | Y |
| A sweetly soothing spell | L |
| Bringing to mind those brighter days | Z |
| When hope beamed on our way | A2 |
| And life seemed to our souls but one | B2 |
| Pure and unclouded day | A2 |
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| New England's Sabbath bells when last | C2 |
| We heard their merry chime | D2 |
| The air was rife with pleasant sounds | E2 |
| For 'twas the glad spring time | D2 |
| The robin to those tuneful peals | E2 |
| Poured forth a thrilling strain | F2 |
| O 'tis our dearest hope to hear | I |
| Those Sabbath bells again | G2 |
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| For now we're many a weary mile | M |
| From that New England home | H2 |
| In lands where laughing summer lies | E2 |
| Our wandering footsteps roam | H2 |
| But yet those sweetly chiming bells | E2 |
| Those heavenward pointing spires | E2 |
| Awaken e'er the brightest glow | I2 |
| From memory's vestal fires | E2 |
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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