Shall The Dead Praise Thee? Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HIHI HJHJ KLKL MNMN

I cannot praise thee By his instrumentA
The master sits and moves nor foot nor handB
For see the organ pipes this that way bentC
Leaning o'erthrown like wheat stalks tempest fannedB
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I well could praise thee for a flower a doveD
But not for life that is not life in meE
Not for a being that is less than loveD
A barren shoal half lifted from a seaE
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Unto a land where no wind bloweth shipsF
Thy wind one day will blow me to my ownG
Rather I'd kiss no more their loving lipsF
Than carry them a heart so poor and proneG
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I bless thee Father thou art what thou artH
That thou dost know thyself what thou dost knowI
A perfect simple tender rhythmic heartH
Beating its blood to all in bounteous flowI
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And I can bless thee too for every smartH
For every disappointment ache and fearJ
For every hook thou fixest in my heartH
For every burning cord that draws me nearJ
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But prayer these wake not song Thyself I craveK
Come thou or all thy gifts away I flingL
Thou silent I am but an empty graveK
Think to me Father and I am a kingL
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My organ pipes will then stand up awakeM
Their life soar as from smouldering wood the blazeN
And swift contending harmonies shall shakeM
Thy windows with a storm of jubilant praiseN

George Macdonald



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