An Old Sermon With A New Text Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBB BBDBEB FBBBFB BGBGBG HIJIKI BBBBLB MBNBBB BBOBPB QR SRBR STBTIT RUVUWU BXYXBX| My wife contrived a fleecy thing | A |
| Her husband to infold | B |
| For 'tis the pride of woman still | C |
| To cover from the cold | B |
| My daughter made it a new text | B |
| For a sermon very old | B |
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| The child came trotting to her side | B |
| Ready with bootless aid | B |
| Lily make veckit for papa | D |
| The tiny woman said | B |
| Her mother gave the means and ways | E |
| And a knot upon her thread | B |
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| Mamma mamma it won't come through | F |
| In meek dismay she cried | B |
| Her mother cut away the knot | B |
| And she was satisfied | B |
| Pulling the long thread through and through | F |
| In fabricating pride | B |
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| Her mother told me this I caught | B |
| A glimpse of something more | G |
| Great meanings often hide behind | B |
| The little word before | G |
| And I brooded over my new text | B |
| Till the seed a sermon bore | G |
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| Nannie to you I preach it now | H |
| A little sermon low | I |
| Is it not thus a thousand times | J |
| As through the world we go | I |
| Do we not tug and fret and cry | K |
| Instead of Yes Lord No | I |
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| While all the rough things that we meet | B |
| Which will not move a jot | B |
| The hindrances to heart and feet | B |
| The Crook in every Lot | B |
| Mean plainly but that children's threads | L |
| Have at the end a knot | B |
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| This world of life God weaves for us | M |
| Nor spares he pains or cost | B |
| But we must turn the web to clothes | N |
| And shield our hearts from frost | B |
| Shall we because the thread holds fast | B |
| Count labour vain and lost | B |
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| If he should cut away the knot | B |
| And yield each fancy wild | B |
| The hidden life within our hearts | O |
| His life the undefiled | B |
| Would fare as ill as I should fare | P |
| From the needle of my child | B |
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| As tack and sheet unto the sail | Q |
| As to my verse the rime | R |
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| As mountains to the low green earth | S |
| So hard for feet to climb | R |
| As call of striking clock amid | B |
| The quiet flow of time | R |
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| As sculptor's mallet to the birth | S |
| Of the slow dawning face | T |
| As knot upon my Lily's thread | B |
| When she would work apace | T |
| God's Nay is such and worketh so | I |
| For his children's coming grace | T |
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| Who knowing God's intent with him | R |
| His birthright would refuse | U |
| What makes us what we have to be | V |
| Is the only thing to choose | U |
| We understand nor end nor means | W |
| And yet his ways accuse | U |
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| This is my sermon It is preached | B |
| Against all fretful strife | X |
| Chafe not with anything that is | Y |
| Nor cut it with thy knife | X |
| Ah be not angry with the knot | B |
| That holdeth fast thy life | X |
George Macdonald
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