The Diary Of An Old Soul. - November Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDCD EFEFFGG DDHDDDH IJKIJKJ LIJIJIL MBMBIIM NOPPNOP DQQDDRD SDSDTDU VWWVXYV FZZZA2FB B2ZB2ZZB2Z C2DDC2C2SS SZZZSZS D2KZZKSS FDFDZZF ZSZSE2E2Z SZSF2ZF2F2 FSFSFFF FFG2G2FFF H2ZH2I2ZI2F FDFDFJ2J2 DK2DK2DDD ZL2ZL2ZZL2 ZZZZM2ZM2 A2D2A2D2D2N2N2 J2ZSSJ2ZS ZZZDZDD ISISIJ2M2 H2FFO2ZZZA | |
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THOU art of this world Christ Thou know'st it all | B |
Thou know'st our evens our morns our red and gray | C |
How moons and hearts and seasons rise and fall | B |
How we grow weary plodding on the way | C |
Of future joy how present pain bereaves | D |
Rounding us with a dark of mere decay | C |
Tossed with a drift Of summer fallen leaves | D |
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Thou knowest all our weeping fainting striving | E |
Thou know'st how very hard it is to be | F |
How hard to rouse faint will not yet reviving | E |
To do the pure thing trusting all to thee | F |
To hold thou art there for all no face we see | F |
How hard to think through cold and dark and dearth | G |
That thou art nearer now than when eye seen on earth | G |
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Have pity on us for the look of things | D |
When blank denial stares us in the face | D |
Although the serpent mask have lied before | H |
It fascinates the bird that darkling sings | D |
And numbs the little prayer bird's beating wings | D |
For how believe thee somewhere in blank space | D |
If through the darkness come no knocking to our door | H |
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If we might sit until the darkness go | I |
Possess our souls in patience perhaps we might | J |
But there is always something to be done | K |
And no heart left to do it To and fro | I |
The dull thought surges as the driven waves fight | J |
In gulfy channels Oh victorious one | K |
Give strength to rise go out and meet thee in the night | J |
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Wake thou that sleepest rise up from the dead | L |
And Christ will give thee light I do not know | I |
What sleep is what is death or what is light | J |
But I am waked enough to feel a woe | I |
To rise and leave death Stumbling through the night | J |
To my dim lattice O calling Christ I go | I |
And out into the dark look for thy star crowned head | L |
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There are who come to me and write and send | M |
Whom I would love giving good things to all | B |
But friend that name I cannot on them spend | M |
'Tis from the centre of self love they call | B |
For cherishing for which they first must know | I |
How to be still and take the seat that's low | I |
When Lord shall I be fit when wilt thou call me friend | M |
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Wilt thou not one day Lord In all my wrong | N |
Self love and weakness laziness and fear | O |
This one thing I can say I am content | P |
To be and have what in thy heart I am meant | P |
To be and have In my best times I long | N |
After thy will and think it glorious dear | O |
Even in my worst perforce my will to thine is bent | P |
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My God I look to thee for tenderness | D |
Such as I could not seek from any man | Q |
Or in a human heart fancy or plan | Q |
A something deepest prayer will not express | D |
Lord with thy breath blow on my being's fires | D |
Until even to the soul with self love wan | R |
I yield the primal love that no return desires | D |
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Only no word of mine must ever foster | S |
The self that in a brother's bosom gnaws | D |
I may not fondle failing nor the boaster | S |
Encourage with the breath of my applause | D |
Weakness needs pity sometimes love's rebuke | T |
Strength only sympathy deserves and draws | D |
And grows by every faithful loving look | U |
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'Tis but as men draw nigh to thee my Lord | V |
They can draw nigh each other and not hurt | W |
Who with the gospel of thy peace are girt | W |
The belt from which doth hang the Spirit's sword | V |
Shall breathe on dead bones and the bones shall live | X |
Sweet poison to the evil self shall give | Y |
And clean themselves lift men clean from the mire abhorred | V |
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My Lord I have no clothes to come to thee | F |
My shoes are pierced and broken with the road | Z |
I am torn and weathered wounded with the goad | Z |
And soiled with tugging at my weary load | Z |
The more I need thee A very prodigal | A2 |
I stagger into thy presence Lord of me | F |
One look my Christ and at thy feet I fall | B |
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Why should I still hang back like one in a dream | B2 |
Who vainly strives to clothe himself aright | Z |
That in great presence he may seemly seem | B2 |
Why call up feeling dress me in the faint | Z |
Worn faded cast off nimbus of some saint | Z |
Why of old mood bring back a ghostly gleam | B2 |
While there He waits love's heart and loss's blight | Z |
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Son of the Father elder brother mine | C2 |
See thy poor brother's plight See how he stands | D |
Defiled and feeble hanging down his hands | D |
Make me clean brother with thy burning shine | C2 |
From thy rich treasures householder divine | C2 |
Bring forth fair garments old and new I pray | S |
And like thy brother dress me in the old home bred way | S |
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My prayer bird was cold would not away | S |
Although I set it on the edge of the nest | Z |
Then I bethought me of the story old | Z |
Love fact or loving fable thou know'st best | Z |
How when the children had made sparrows of clay | S |
Thou mad'st them birds with wings to flutter and fold | Z |
Take Lord my prayer in thy hand and make it pray | S |
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My poor clay sparrow seems turned to a stone | D2 |
And from my heart will neither fly nor run | K |
I cannot feel as thou and I both would | Z |
But Father I am willing make me good | Z |
What art thou father for but to help thy son | K |
Look deep yet deeper in my heart and there | S |
Beyond where I can feel read thou the prayer | S |
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Oh what it were to be right sure of thee | F |
Sure that thou art and the same as thy son Jesus | D |
Oh faith is deeper wider than the sea | F |
Yea than the blue of heaven that ever flees us | D |
Yet simple as the cry of sore hurt child | Z |
Or as his shout with sudden gladness wild | Z |
When home from school he runs till morn set free | F |
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If I were sure thou Father verily art | Z |
True father of the Nazarene as true | S |
Sure as I am of my wife's shielding heart | Z |
Sure as of sunrise in the watching blue | S |
Sure as I am that I do eat and drink | E2 |
And have a heart to love and laugh and think | E2 |
Meseems in flame the joy might from my body start | Z |
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But I must know thee in a deeper way | S |
Than any of these ways or know thee not | Z |
My heart at peace far loftier proof must lay | S |
Than if the wind thou me the wave didst roll | F2 |
Than if I lay before thee a sunny spot | Z |
Or knew thee as the body knows its soul | F2 |
Or even as the part doth know its perfect whole | F2 |
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There is no word to tell how I must know thee | F |
No wind clasped ever a low meadow flower | S |
So close that as to nearness it could show thee | F |
No rainbow so makes one the sun and shower | S |
A something with thee I am a nothing fro' thee | F |
Because I am not save as I am in thee | F |
My soul is ever setting out to win thee | F |
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I know not how for that I first must know thee | F |
I know I know thee not as I would know thee | F |
For my heart burns like theirs that did not know him | G2 |
Till he broke bread and therein they must know him | G2 |
I know thee knowing that I do not know thee | F |
Nor ever shall till one with me I know thee | F |
Even as thy son the eternal man doth know thee | F |
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Creation under me in and above | H2 |
Slopes upward from the base a pyramid | Z |
On whose point I shall stand at last and love | H2 |
From the first rush of vapour at thy will | I2 |
To the last poet word that darkness chid | Z |
Thou hast been sending up creation's hill | I2 |
To lift thy souls aloft in faithful Godhead free | F |
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I think my thought and fancy I think thee | F |
Lord wake me up rend swift my coffin planks | D |
I pray thee let me live alive and free | F |
My soul will break forth in melodious thanks | D |
Aware at last what thou wouldst have it be | F |
When thy life shall be light in me and when | J2 |
My life to thine is answer and amen | J2 |
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How oft I say the same things in these lines | D |
Even as a man buried in during dark | K2 |
Turns ever where the edge of twilight shines | D |
Prays ever towards the vague eternal mark | K2 |
Or as the sleeper having dreamed he drinks | D |
Back straightway into thirstful dreaming sinks | D |
So turns my will to thee for thee still longs still pines | D |
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The mortal man all careful wise and troubled | Z |
The eternal child in the nursery doth keep | L2 |
To morrow on to day the man heaps doubled | Z |
The child laughs hopeful even in his sleep | L2 |
The man rebukes the child for foolish trust | Z |
The child replies Thy care is for poor dust | Z |
Be still and let me wake that thou mayst sleep | L2 |
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Till I am one with oneness manifold | Z |
I must breed contradiction strife and doubt | Z |
Things tread Thy court look real take proving hold | Z |
My Christ is not yet grown to cast them out | Z |
Alas to me false judging 'twixt the twain | M2 |
The Unseen oft fancy seems while all about | Z |
The Seen doth lord it with a mighty train | M2 |
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But when the Will hath learned obedience royal | A2 |
He straight will set the child upon the throne | D2 |
To whom the seen things all grown instant loyal | A2 |
Will gather to his feet in homage prone | D2 |
The child their master they have ever known | D2 |
Then shall the visible fabric plainly lean | N2 |
On a Reality that never can be seen | N2 |
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Thy ways are wonderful maker of men | J2 |
Thou gavest me a child and I have fed | Z |
And clothed and loved her many a growing year | S |
Lo now a friend of months draws gently near | S |
And claims her future all beyond his ken | J2 |
There he hath never loved her nor hath led | Z |
She weeps and moans but turns and leaves her home so dear | S |
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She leaves but not forsakes Oft in the night | Z |
Oft at mid day when all is still around | Z |
Sudden will rise in dim pathetic light | Z |
Some childish memory of household bliss | D |
Or sorrow by love's service robed and crowned | Z |
Rich in his love she yet will sometimes miss | D |
The mother's folding arms the mother's sealing kiss | D |
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Then first I think our eldest born although | I |
Loving devoted tender watchful dear | S |
The innermost of home bred love shall know | I |
Yea when at last the janitor draws near | S |
A still pale joy will through the darkness go | I |
At thought of lying in those arms again | J2 |
Which once were heaven enough for any pain | M2 |
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By love doth love grow mighty in its love | H2 |
Once thou shalt love us child as we love thee | F |
Father of loves is it not thy decree | F |
That by our long far wandering remove | O2 |
From thee our life our home our being blest | Z |
We learn at last to love thee true and best | Z |
And rush with all our loves back to thy infinite rest | Z |
George Macdonald
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