Altiora Peto Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDECECFF GCHCII JKJKLL MNMNOP QJRJSS TNTNUU VWVXCC

O for a vision of the perfect lightA
To shame the splendour of the morning starB
O for a breath from out the InfiniteC
Where the great heart of Being throbs afarB
O for that sound too fine for mortal earsD
The music of the silence of the spheresD
The Masters fathomed not that song sublimeE
Tho oft on straining ear and brain o erwroughtC
And heart grown faint at heights too sheer to climbE
The roll of some immortal wave of thoughtC
Swept by and left adown its troubled vergeF
The lingering echoes of its mighty surgeF
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To each there came the passion and the fireG
The breadth of vision and the sudden lightC
And for a moment on an earthly lyreH
Quivered a tremor of the InfiniteC
Yet to each poet of that deep browed throngI
Twas but the shadow of Immortal SongI
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Twas but the presage of th Omniscient SoulJ
That moves and throbs thro all this wondrous planK
Unseen unheard unknown that is the WholeJ
Yet stirs in atoms and the heart of ManK
That thro all phase of change and form and nameL
Remains and works eternally the sameL
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That seems to whisper us All life is oneM
Reborn in death it blossoms from decayN
The same when first the fury of the sunM
Belched forth his satellites of fiery sprayN
The same when he and all his planet trainO
Shall plough the Ether cold to glow againP
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Whither O whither Still th eternal cryQ
That from the ages rolled and yet shall rollJ
Who shall declare to man his destinyR
A unit in the Cosmos of the SoulJ
A spirit germ storm tossed in doubt and strifeS
That feebly dreams of larger light and lifeS
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Systems and stars their courses onward sweepT
And creeds and nations flower and fade awayN
Still Nature worketh out her purpose deepT
New life new thought for that of yesterdayN
Unto the utmost confines of her rangeU
One law abideth of unchanging changeU
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Around us dwells the secret no man readsV
About us swells the music none can hearW
Behind us lie the ruins of the creedsV
Before us loom the mystery and the fearX
To Love and Hope our souls are clinging fastC
What giveth these perchance gives Truth at lastC

George Essex Evans



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