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 RRFQ2A2A2Q2

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I AM a little weary of my lifeB
Not thy life blessed Father Or the bloodC
Too slowly laves the coral shores of thoughtD
Or I am weary of weariness and strifeB
Open my soul gates to thy living floodC
I ask not larger heart throbs vigour fraughtD
I pray thy presence with strong patience rifeB
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I will what thou will'st only keep me sureE
That thou art willing call to me now and thenF
So ceasing to enjoy I shall endureE
With perfect patience willing beyond my kenF
Beyond my love beyond my thinking scopeG
Willing to be because thy will is pureE
Willing thy will beyond all bounds of hopeG
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This weariness of mine may it not comeH
From something that doth need no setting rightI
Shall fruit be blamed if it hang wearilyJ
A day before it perfected drop plumbH
To the sad earth from off its nursing treeJ
Ripeness must always come with loss of mightI
The weary evening fall before the resting nightI
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Hither if I have come through earth and airK
Through fire and water I am not of themL
Born in the darkness what fair flashing gemL
Would to the earth go back and nestle thereK
Not of this world this world my life doth hemL
What if I weary then and look to the doorM
Because my unknown life is swelling at the coreM
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All winged things came from the waters firstN
Airward still many a one from the water springsO
In dens and caves wind loving things are nursedN
I lie like unhatched bird upfolded dumbH
While all the air is trembling with the humH
Of songs and beating hearts and whirring wingsO
That call my slumbering life to wake to happy thingsO
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I lay last night and knew not why I was sadP
'Tis well with God I said and he is the truthQ
Let that content me 'Tis not strength nor youthQ
Nor buoyant health nor a heart merry madP
That makes the fact of things wherein men liveR
He is the life and doth my life outgiveR
In him there is no gloom but all is solemn gladP
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I said to myself Lo I lie in a dreamS
Of separation where there comes no signT
My waking life is hid with Christ in GodU
Where all is true and potent fact divineT
I will not heed the thing that doth but seemS
I will be quiet as lark upon the sodU
God's will the seed shall rest in me the podU
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And when that will shall blossom then my GodU
There will be jubilation in a worldV
The glad lark soaring heavenward from the sodU
Up the swift spiral of its own song whirledV
Never such jubilation wild out pouredW
As from my soul will break at thy feet LordW
Like a great tide from sea heart shoreward hurledV
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For then thou wilt be able then at lastX
To glad me as thou hungerest to doY
Then shall thy life my heart all open findZ
A thoroughfare to thy great spirit windZ
Then shall I rest within thy holy vastX
One with the bliss of the eternal mindZ
And all creation rise in me created newY
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What makes thy being a bliss shall then make mindZ
For I shall love as thou and love in theeJ
Then shall I have whatever I desireA2
My every faintest wish being all divineT
Power thou wilt give me to work mightilyJ
Even as my Lord leading thy low men nigherA2
With dance and song to cast their best upon thy fireA2
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Then shall I live such an essential lifeR
That a mere flower will then to me unfoldB2
More bliss than now grandest orchestral strifeR
By love made and obedience humble boldB2
I shall straight through its window God beholdB2
God I shall feed on thee thy creature blestC2
With very being work at one with sweetest restC2
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Give me a world to part for praise and sunderA2
The brooks be bells the winds in caverns dumbH
Wake fife and flute and flageolet and voiceD2
The fire shook earth itself be the great drumH
And let the air the region's bass out thunderA2
The firs be violins the reeds hautboysD2
Rivers seas icebergs fill the great score up and underA2
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But rather dost thou hear the blundered wordsD2
Of breathing creatures the music lowing herdsD2
Of thy great cattle thy soft bleating sheepE2
O'erhovered by the trebles of thy birdsD2
Whose Christ praised carelessness song fills the deepE2
Still rather a child's talk who apart doth hide himF2
And make a tent for God to come and sit beside himF2
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This is not life this being is not enoughR
But thou art life and thou hast life for meJ
Thou mad'st the worm to cast the wormy sloughR
And fly abroad a glory flit and fleeJ
Thou hast me statue like hewn in the roughR
Meaning at last to shape me perfectlyJ
Lord thou hast called me fourth I turn and call on theeJ
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'Tis thine to make mine to rejoice in thineT
As hungering for his mother's face and eyesD2
The child throws wide the door back to the wallG2
I run to thee the refuge from poor liesD2
Lean dogs behind me whimper yelp and whineT
Life lieth ever sick Death's writhing thrallG2
In slavery endless hopeless and supineT
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The life that hath not willed itself to beJ
Must clasp the life that willed and be at peaceD2
Or like a leaf wind blown through chaos fleeJ
A life husk into which the demons goH2
And work their will and drive it to and froH2
A thing that neither is nor yet can ceaseD2
Which uncreation can alone releaseD2
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But when I turn and grasp the making handI2
And will the making will with confidenceD2
I ride the crest of the creation waveR
Helpless no more no more existence' slaveR
In the heart of love's creating fire I standI2
And love possessed in heart and soul and senseD2
Take up the making share the making Master gaveR
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That man alone who does the Father's worksD2
Can be the Father's son yea only heJ
Who sonlike can create can ever beJ
Who with God wills not is no son not freeJ
O Father send the demon doubt that lurksD2
Behind the hope out into the abyssD2
Who trusts in knowledge all its good shall missD2
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Thy beasts are sinless and do live before theeJ
Thy child is sinful and must run to theeJ
Thy angels sin not and in peace adore theeJ
But I must will or never more be freeJ
I from thy heart came how can I ignore theeJ
Back to my home I hurry haste and fleeJ
There I shall dwell love praising evermore theeJ
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My holy self thy pure ideal liesD2
Calm in thy bosom which it cannot leaveR
My self unholy no ideal hiesD2
Hither and thither gathering store to grieveR
Not now O Father now it mounts it fliesD2
To join the true self in thy heart that waitsD2
And one with it be one with all the heavenly matesD2
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Trusting thee Christ I kneel and clasp thy kneeJ
Cast myself down and kiss thy brother feetJ2
One self thou and the Father's thought of theeJ
Ideal son thou hast left the perfect homeK2
Ideal brother to seek thy brothers comeH
Thou know'st our angels all God's children sweetJ2
And of each two wilt make one holy child completeJ2
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To a slow end I draw these daily wordsD2
Nor think such words often to write againF
Rather as light the power to me affordsD2
Christ's new and old would to my friends unbindJ2
Through words he spoke help to his thought behindJ2
Unveil the heart with which he drew his menF
Set forth his rule o'er devils animals corn and windJ2
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I do remember how one time I thoughtJ2
God must be lonely oh so lonely loneL2
I will be very good to him ah noughtJ2
Can reach the heart of his great lonelinessD2
My whole heart I will bring him with a moanL2
That I may not come nearer I will lie proneL2
Before the awful loveliness in loneliness' excessD2
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A God must have a God for companyJ
And lo thou hast the Son God to thy friendJ2
Thou honour'st his obedience he thy lawM2
Into thy secret life will he doth seeJ
Thou fold'st him round in live love perfectlyJ
One two without beginning without endJ2
In love life strength and truth perfect without a flawM2
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Thou hast not made or taught me Lord to careA2
For times and seasons but this one glad dayJ2
Is the blue sapphire clasping all the lightsD2
That flash in the girdle of the year so fairA2
When thou wast born a man because alwayN2
Thou wast and art a man through all the flightsD2
Of thought and time and thousandfold creation's playJ2
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We all are lonely Maker each a soulO2
Shut in by itself a sundered atom of theeJ
No two yet loved themselves into a wholeO2
Even when we weep together we are twoN2
Of two to make one which yet two shall beJ
Is thy creation's problem deep and trueN2
To which thou only hold'st the happy hurting clueN2
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No less than thou O Father do we needJ2
A God to friend each lonely one of usD2
As touch not in the sack two grains of seedJ2
Touch no two hearts in great worlds populousD2
Outside the making God we cannot meetJ2
Him he has made our brother homeward thusD2
To find our kin we first must turn our wandering feetJ2
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It must be possible that the soul madeJ2
Should absolutely meet the soul that makesD2
Then in that bearing soul meet every otherA2
There also born each sister and each brotherA2
Lord till I meet thee thus life is delayedJ2
I am not I until that morning breaksD2
Not I until my consciousness eternal wakesD2
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Again I shall behold thee daughter trueN2
The hour will come when I shall hold thee fastJ2
In God's name loving thee all through and throughN2
Somewhere in his grand thought this waits for usD2
Then shall I see a smile not like thy lastJ2
For that great thing which came when all was pastJ2
Was not a smile but God's peace gloriousD2
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Twilight of the transfiguration joyP2
Gleam faced pure eyed strong willed high hearted boyP2
Hardly thy life clear forth of heaven was sentJ2
Ere it broke out into a smile and wentJ2
So swift thy growth so true thy goalward bentJ2
Thou child and sage inextricably blentJ2
Wilt one day teach thy father in some heavenly tentJ2
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Go my beloved children live your lifeR
Wounded faint bleeding never yield the strifeR
Stunned fallen awake arise and fight againF
Before you victory stands with shining trainQ2
Of hopes not credible until they areA2
Beyond morass and mountain swells the starA2
Of perfect love the home of longing heart and brainQ2

George Macdonald



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