The Lay Of The Bell Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Lay Of The Bell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Fast in its prison walls of earth	A
Awaits the mould of baked clay	B
Up comrades up and aid the birth	A
The bell that shall be born to day	B
Who would honor obtain	C
With the sweat and the pain	C
The praise that man gives to the master must buy	D
But the blessing withal must descend from on high	D
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And well an earnest word beseems	E
The work the earnest hand prepares	E
Its load more light the labor deems	E
When sweet discourse the labor shares	E
So let us ponder nor in vain	C
What strength can work when labor wills	E
For who would not the fool disdain	C
Who ne'er designs what he fulfils	E
And well it stamps our human race	E
And hence the gift to understand	F
That man within the heart should trace	E
Whate'er he fashions with the hand	F
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From the fir the fagot take	G
Keep it heap it hard and dry	D
That the gathered flame may break	G
Through the furnace wroth and high	D
When the copper within	H
Seeths and simmers the tin	H
Pour quick that the fluid that feeds the bell	I
May flow in the right course glib and well	I
	-
Deep hid within this nether cell	I
What force with fire is moulding thus	E
In yonder airy tower shall dwell	I
And witness wide and far of us	E
It shall in later days unfailing	J
Rouse many an ear to rapt emotion	K
Its solemn voice with sorrow wailing	J
Or choral chiming to devotion	K
Whatever fate to man may bring	J
Whatever weal or woe befall	L
That metal tongue shall backward ring	J
The warning moral drawn from all	L
	-
See the silvery bubbles spring	J
Good the mass is melting now	M
Let the salts we duly bring	J
Purge the flood and speed the flow	N
From the dross and the scum	O
Pure the fusion must come	O
For perfect and pure we the metal must keep	P
That its voice may be perfect and pure and deep	P
	-
That voice with merry music rife	Q
The cherished child shall welcome in	H
What time the rosy dreams of life	Q
In the first slumber's arms begin	H
As yet in Time's dark womb unwarning	J
Repose the days or foul or fair	R
And watchful o'er that golden morning	J
The mother love's untiring care	R
And swift the years like arrows fly	D
No more with girls content to play	B
Bounds the proud boy upon his way	B
Storms through loud life's tumultuous pleasures	E
With pilgrim staff the wide world measures	E
And wearied with the wish to roam	S
Again seeks stranger like the father home	S
And lo as some sweet vision breaks	E
Out from its native morning skies	E
With rosy shame on downcast cheeks	E
The virgin stands before his eyes	E
	-
A nameless longing seizes him	T
From all his wild compassions flown	U
Tears strange till then his eyes bedim	T
He wanders all alone	U
Blushing he glides where'er she move	V
Her greeting can transport him	T
To every mead to deck his love	W
The happy wild flowers court him	T
Sweet hope and tender longing ye	X
The growth of life's first age of gold	Y
When the heart swelling seems to see	X
The gates of heaven unfold	Y
O love the beautiful and brief O prime	T
Glory and verdure of life's summer time	T
	-
Browning o'er the pipes are simmering	J
Dip this wand of clay within	H
If like glass the wand be glimmering	J
Then the casting may begin	H
Brisk brisk now and see	X
If the fusion flow free	X
If happy and welcome indeed were the sign	Z
If the hard and the ductile united combine	Z
For still where the strong is betrothed to the weak	J
And the stern in sweet marriage is blent with the meek	J
Rings the concord harmonious both tender and strong	J
So be it with thee if forever united	A2
The heart to the heart flows in one love delighted	A2
Illusion is brief but repentance is long	J
	-
Lovely thither are they bringing	J
With the virgin wreath the bride	B2
To the love feast clearly ringing	J
Tolls the church bell far and wide	B2
With that sweetest holiday	B
Must the May of life depart	C2
With the cestus loosed away	B
Flies illusion from the heart	C2
Yet love lingers lonely	X
When passion is mute	D2
And the blossoms may only	X
Give way to the fruit	D2
The husband must enter	E2
The hostile life	Q
With struggle and strife	Q
To plant or to watch	F2
To snare or to snatch	G2
To pray and importune	Z
Must wager and venture	E2
And hunt down his fortune	Z
Then flows in a current the gear and the gain	Z
And the garners are filled with the gold of the grain	Z
Now a yard to the court now a wing to the centre	E2
Within sits another	E2
The thrifty housewife	Q
The mild one the mother	E2
Her home is her life	Q
In its circle she rules	E
And the daughters she schools	E
And she cautions the boys	E
With a bustling command	F
And a diligent hand	F
Employed she employs	E
Gives order to store	H2
And the much makes the more	H2
Locks the chest and the wardrobe with lavender smelling	J
And the hum of the spindle goes quick through the dwelling	J
And she hoards in the presses well polished and full	I2
The snow of the linen the shine of the wool	I2
Blends the sweet with the good and from care and endeavor	E2
Rests never	E2
Blithe the master where the while	J2
From his roof he sees them smile	J2
Eyes the lands and counts the gain	Z
There the beams projecting far	K2
And the laden storehouse are	K2
And the granaries bowed beneath	L2
The blessed golden grain	Z
There in undulating motion	Z
Wave the cornfields like an ocean	Z
Proud the boast the proud lips breathe	M2
My house is built upon a rock	J
And sees unmoved the stormy shock	J
Of waves that fret below	N
What chain so strong what girth so great	N2
To bind the giant form of fate	N2
Swift are the steps of woe	N
	-
Now the casting may begin	Z
See the breach indented there	R
Ere we run the fusion in	Z
Halt and speed the pious prayer	R
Pull the bung out	O2
See around and about	O2
What vapor what vapor God help us has risen	Z
Ha the flame like a torrent leaps forth from its prison	Z
What friend is like the might of fire	E2
When man can watch and wield the ire	P2
Whate'er we shape or work we owe	N
Still to that heaven descended glow	N
But dread the heaven descended glow	N
When from their chain its wild wings go	N
When where it listeth wide and wild	Q2
Sweeps free Nature's free born child	Q2
When the frantic one fleets	E
While no force can withstand	F
Through the populous streets	E
Whirling ghastly the brand	F
For the element hates	E
What man's labor creates	E
And the work of his hand	F
Impartially out from the cloud	R2
Or the curse or the blessing may fall	L
Benignantly out from the cloud	R2
Come the dews the revivers of all	L
Avengingly out from the cloud	R2
Come the levin the bolt and the ball	L
Hark a wail from the steeple aloud	R2
The bell shrills its voice to the crowd	R2
Look look red as blood	A2
All on high	D
It is not the daylight that fills with its flood	A2
The sky	D
What a clamor awaking	D
Roars up through the street	S2
What a hell vapor breaking	D
Rolls on through the street	S2
And higher and higher	E2
Aloft moves the column of fire	E2
Through the vistas and rows	E
Like a whirlwind it goes	E
And the air like the stream from the furnace glows	E
Beams are crackling posts are shrinking	D
Walls are sinking windows clinking	D
Children crying	D
Mothers flying	D
And the beast the black ruin yet smouldering under	E2
Yells the howl of its pain and its ghastly wonder	E2
Hurry and skurry away away	B
The face of the night is as clear as day	B
As the links in a chain	Z
Again and again	Z
Flies the bucket from hand to hand	F
High in arches up rushing	D
The engines are gushing	D
And the flood as a beast on the prey that it hounds	E
With a roar on the breast of the element bounds	E
To the grain and the fruits	E
Through the rafters and beams	E
Through the barns and garners it crackles and streams	E
As if they would rend up the earth from its roots	E
Rush the flames to the sky	D
Giant high	D
And at length	T2
Wearied out and despairing man bows to their strength	T2
With an idle gaze sees their wrath consume	T
And submits to his doom	T
Desolate	U2
The place and dread	V2
For storms the barren bed	V2
In the blank voids that cheerful casements were	E2
Comes to and fro the melancholy air	R
And sits despair	R
And through the ruin blackening in its shroud	R2
Peers as it f	W2