The Diary Of An Old Soul. - December Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDBCDB EFEFGEG HIJHJII KLLKLMM NONHHOO PQQPRRP STUTSUU UVUVWWV XYZZXZY ZJA2TJA2A2 RB2RB2B2C2C2 A2HD2HA2D2A2 D2D2E2D2E2F2F2 RJRJRJJ TD2G2D2TG2T JD2JH2H2D2D2 I2D2RRI2D2R D2JJJD2D2D2 JJJJJJJ D2RD2RD2D2D2 JJ2JK2HJ2J2 D2FD2J2J2FJ2 J2L2J2D2L2L2D2 JJ2M2JJJ2M2 A2J2D2A2N2D2J2 O2JO2N2JN2N2 J2D2J2D2J2D2J2 J2D2A2A2J2D2D2 N2J2N2D2J2J2D2 P2P2J2J2J2J2J2 RRFQ2A2A2Q2A | |
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I AM a little weary of my life | B |
Not thy life blessed Father Or the blood | C |
Too slowly laves the coral shores of thought | D |
Or I am weary of weariness and strife | B |
Open my soul gates to thy living flood | C |
I ask not larger heart throbs vigour fraught | D |
I pray thy presence with strong patience rife | B |
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I will what thou will'st only keep me sure | E |
That thou art willing call to me now and then | F |
So ceasing to enjoy I shall endure | E |
With perfect patience willing beyond my ken | F |
Beyond my love beyond my thinking scope | G |
Willing to be because thy will is pure | E |
Willing thy will beyond all bounds of hope | G |
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This weariness of mine may it not come | H |
From something that doth need no setting right | I |
Shall fruit be blamed if it hang wearily | J |
A day before it perfected drop plumb | H |
To the sad earth from off its nursing tree | J |
Ripeness must always come with loss of might | I |
The weary evening fall before the resting night | I |
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Hither if I have come through earth and air | K |
Through fire and water I am not of them | L |
Born in the darkness what fair flashing gem | L |
Would to the earth go back and nestle there | K |
Not of this world this world my life doth hem | L |
What if I weary then and look to the door | M |
Because my unknown life is swelling at the core | M |
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All winged things came from the waters first | N |
Airward still many a one from the water springs | O |
In dens and caves wind loving things are nursed | N |
I lie like unhatched bird upfolded dumb | H |
While all the air is trembling with the hum | H |
Of songs and beating hearts and whirring wings | O |
That call my slumbering life to wake to happy things | O |
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I lay last night and knew not why I was sad | P |
'Tis well with God I said and he is the truth | Q |
Let that content me 'Tis not strength nor youth | Q |
Nor buoyant health nor a heart merry mad | P |
That makes the fact of things wherein men live | R |
He is the life and doth my life outgive | R |
In him there is no gloom but all is solemn glad | P |
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I said to myself Lo I lie in a dream | S |
Of separation where there comes no sign | T |
My waking life is hid with Christ in God | U |
Where all is true and potent fact divine | T |
I will not heed the thing that doth but seem | S |
I will be quiet as lark upon the sod | U |
God's will the seed shall rest in me the pod | U |
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And when that will shall blossom then my God | U |
There will be jubilation in a world | V |
The glad lark soaring heavenward from the sod | U |
Up the swift spiral of its own song whirled | V |
Never such jubilation wild out poured | W |
As from my soul will break at thy feet Lord | W |
Like a great tide from sea heart shoreward hurled | V |
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For then thou wilt be able then at last | X |
To glad me as thou hungerest to do | Y |
Then shall thy life my heart all open find | Z |
A thoroughfare to thy great spirit wind | Z |
Then shall I rest within thy holy vast | X |
One with the bliss of the eternal mind | Z |
And all creation rise in me created new | Y |
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What makes thy being a bliss shall then make mind | Z |
For I shall love as thou and love in thee | J |
Then shall I have whatever I desire | A2 |
My every faintest wish being all divine | T |
Power thou wilt give me to work mightily | J |
Even as my Lord leading thy low men nigher | A2 |
With dance and song to cast their best upon thy fire | A2 |
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Then shall I live such an essential life | R |
That a mere flower will then to me unfold | B2 |
More bliss than now grandest orchestral strife | R |
By love made and obedience humble bold | B2 |
I shall straight through its window God behold | B2 |
God I shall feed on thee thy creature blest | C2 |
With very being work at one with sweetest rest | C2 |
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Give me a world to part for praise and sunder | A2 |
The brooks be bells the winds in caverns dumb | H |
Wake fife and flute and flageolet and voice | D2 |
The fire shook earth itself be the great drum | H |
And let the air the region's bass out thunder | A2 |
The firs be violins the reeds hautboys | D2 |
Rivers seas icebergs fill the great score up and under | A2 |
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But rather dost thou hear the blundered words | D2 |
Of breathing creatures the music lowing herds | D2 |
Of thy great cattle thy soft bleating sheep | E2 |
O'erhovered by the trebles of thy birds | D2 |
Whose Christ praised carelessness song fills the deep | E2 |
Still rather a child's talk who apart doth hide him | F2 |
And make a tent for God to come and sit beside him | F2 |
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This is not life this being is not enough | R |
But thou art life and thou hast life for me | J |
Thou mad'st the worm to cast the wormy slough | R |
And fly abroad a glory flit and flee | J |
Thou hast me statue like hewn in the rough | R |
Meaning at last to shape me perfectly | J |
Lord thou hast called me fourth I turn and call on thee | J |
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'Tis thine to make mine to rejoice in thine | T |
As hungering for his mother's face and eyes | D2 |
The child throws wide the door back to the wall | G2 |
I run to thee the refuge from poor lies | D2 |
Lean dogs behind me whimper yelp and whine | T |
Life lieth ever sick Death's writhing thrall | G2 |
In slavery endless hopeless and supine | T |
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The life that hath not willed itself to be | J |
Must clasp the life that willed and be at peace | D2 |
Or like a leaf wind blown through chaos flee | J |
A life husk into which the demons go | H2 |
And work their will and drive it to and fro | H2 |
A thing that neither is nor yet can cease | D2 |
Which uncreation can alone release | D2 |
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But when I turn and grasp the making hand | I2 |
And will the making will with confidence | D2 |
I ride the crest of the creation wave | R |
Helpless no more no more existence' slave | R |
In the heart of love's creating fire I stand | I2 |
And love possessed in heart and soul and sense | D2 |
Take up the making share the making Master gave | R |
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That man alone who does the Father's works | D2 |
Can be the Father's son yea only he | J |
Who sonlike can create can ever be | J |
Who with God wills not is no son not free | J |
O Father send the demon doubt that lurks | D2 |
Behind the hope out into the abyss | D2 |
Who trusts in knowledge all its good shall miss | D2 |
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Thy beasts are sinless and do live before thee | J |
Thy child is sinful and must run to thee | J |
Thy angels sin not and in peace adore thee | J |
But I must will or never more be free | J |
I from thy heart came how can I ignore thee | J |
Back to my home I hurry haste and flee | J |
There I shall dwell love praising evermore thee | J |
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My holy self thy pure ideal lies | D2 |
Calm in thy bosom which it cannot leave | R |
My self unholy no ideal hies | D2 |
Hither and thither gathering store to grieve | R |
Not now O Father now it mounts it flies | D2 |
To join the true self in thy heart that waits | D2 |
And one with it be one with all the heavenly mates | D2 |
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Trusting thee Christ I kneel and clasp thy knee | J |
Cast myself down and kiss thy brother feet | J2 |
One self thou and the Father's thought of thee | J |
Ideal son thou hast left the perfect home | K2 |
Ideal brother to seek thy brothers come | H |
Thou know'st our angels all God's children sweet | J2 |
And of each two wilt make one holy child complete | J2 |
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To a slow end I draw these daily words | D2 |
Nor think such words often to write again | F |
Rather as light the power to me affords | D2 |
Christ's new and old would to my friends unbind | J2 |
Through words he spoke help to his thought behind | J2 |
Unveil the heart with which he drew his men | F |
Set forth his rule o'er devils animals corn and wind | J2 |
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I do remember how one time I thought | J2 |
God must be lonely oh so lonely lone | L2 |
I will be very good to him ah nought | J2 |
Can reach the heart of his great loneliness | D2 |
My whole heart I will bring him with a moan | L2 |
That I may not come nearer I will lie prone | L2 |
Before the awful loveliness in loneliness' excess | D2 |
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A God must have a God for company | J |
And lo thou hast the Son God to thy friend | J2 |
Thou honour'st his obedience he thy law | M2 |
Into thy secret life will he doth see | J |
Thou fold'st him round in live love perfectly | J |
One two without beginning without end | J2 |
In love life strength and truth perfect without a flaw | M2 |
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Thou hast not made or taught me Lord to care | A2 |
For times and seasons but this one glad day | J2 |
Is the blue sapphire clasping all the lights | D2 |
That flash in the girdle of the year so fair | A2 |
When thou wast born a man because alway | N2 |
Thou wast and art a man through all the flights | D2 |
Of thought and time and thousandfold creation's play | J2 |
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We all are lonely Maker each a soul | O2 |
Shut in by itself a sundered atom of thee | J |
No two yet loved themselves into a whole | O2 |
Even when we weep together we are two | N2 |
Of two to make one which yet two shall be | J |
Is thy creation's problem deep and true | N2 |
To which thou only hold'st the happy hurting clue | N2 |
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No less than thou O Father do we need | J2 |
A God to friend each lonely one of us | D2 |
As touch not in the sack two grains of seed | J2 |
Touch no two hearts in great worlds populous | D2 |
Outside the making God we cannot meet | J2 |
Him he has made our brother homeward thus | D2 |
To find our kin we first must turn our wandering feet | J2 |
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It must be possible that the soul made | J2 |
Should absolutely meet the soul that makes | D2 |
Then in that bearing soul meet every other | A2 |
There also born each sister and each brother | A2 |
Lord till I meet thee thus life is delayed | J2 |
I am not I until that morning breaks | D2 |
Not I until my consciousness eternal wakes | D2 |
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Again I shall behold thee daughter true | N2 |
The hour will come when I shall hold thee fast | J2 |
In God's name loving thee all through and through | N2 |
Somewhere in his grand thought this waits for us | D2 |
Then shall I see a smile not like thy last | J2 |
For that great thing which came when all was past | J2 |
Was not a smile but God's peace glorious | D2 |
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Twilight of the transfiguration joy | P2 |
Gleam faced pure eyed strong willed high hearted boy | P2 |
Hardly thy life clear forth of heaven was sent | J2 |
Ere it broke out into a smile and went | J2 |
So swift thy growth so true thy goalward bent | J2 |
Thou child and sage inextricably blent | J2 |
Wilt one day teach thy father in some heavenly tent | J2 |
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Go my beloved children live your life | R |
Wounded faint bleeding never yield the strife | R |
Stunned fallen awake arise and fight again | F |
Before you victory stands with shining train | Q2 |
Of hopes not credible until they are | A2 |
Beyond morass and mountain swells the star | A2 |
Of perfect love the home of longing heart and brain | Q2 |
George Macdonald
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