The Diary Of An Old Soul. - November Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THOU art of this world Christ Thou know'st it allB
Thou know'st our evens our morns our red and grayC
How moons and hearts and seasons rise and fallB
How we grow weary plodding on the wayC
Of future joy how present pain bereavesD
Rounding us with a dark of mere decayC
Tossed with a drift Of summer fallen leavesD
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Thou knowest all our weeping fainting strivingE
Thou know'st how very hard it is to beF
How hard to rouse faint will not yet revivingE
To do the pure thing trusting all to theeF
To hold thou art there for all no face we seeF
How hard to think through cold and dark and dearthG
That thou art nearer now than when eye seen on earthG
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Have pity on us for the look of thingsD
When blank denial stares us in the faceD
Although the serpent mask have lied beforeH
It fascinates the bird that darkling singsD
And numbs the little prayer bird's beating wingsD
For how believe thee somewhere in blank spaceD
If through the darkness come no knocking to our doorH
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If we might sit until the darkness goI
Possess our souls in patience perhaps we mightJ
But there is always something to be doneK
And no heart left to do it To and froI
The dull thought surges as the driven waves fightJ
In gulfy channels Oh victorious oneK
Give strength to rise go out and meet thee in the nightJ
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Wake thou that sleepest rise up from the deadL
And Christ will give thee light I do not knowI
What sleep is what is death or what is lightJ
But I am waked enough to feel a woeI
To rise and leave death Stumbling through the nightJ
To my dim lattice O calling Christ I goI
And out into the dark look for thy star crowned headL
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There are who come to me and write and sendM
Whom I would love giving good things to allB
But friend that name I cannot on them spendM
'Tis from the centre of self love they callB
For cherishing for which they first must knowI
How to be still and take the seat that's lowI
When Lord shall I be fit when wilt thou call me friendM
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Wilt thou not one day Lord In all my wrongN
Self love and weakness laziness and fearO
This one thing I can say I am contentP
To be and have what in thy heart I am meantP
To be and have In my best times I longN
After thy will and think it glorious dearO
Even in my worst perforce my will to thine is bentP
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My God I look to thee for tendernessD
Such as I could not seek from any manQ
Or in a human heart fancy or planQ
A something deepest prayer will not expressD
Lord with thy breath blow on my being's firesD
Until even to the soul with self love wanR
I yield the primal love that no return desiresD
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Only no word of mine must ever fosterS
The self that in a brother's bosom gnawsD
I may not fondle failing nor the boasterS
Encourage with the breath of my applauseD
Weakness needs pity sometimes love's rebukeT
Strength only sympathy deserves and drawsD
And grows by every faithful loving lookU
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'Tis but as men draw nigh to thee my LordV
They can draw nigh each other and not hurtW
Who with the gospel of thy peace are girtW
The belt from which doth hang the Spirit's swordV
Shall breathe on dead bones and the bones shall liveX
Sweet poison to the evil self shall giveY
And clean themselves lift men clean from the mire abhorredV
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My Lord I have no clothes to come to theeF
My shoes are pierced and broken with the roadZ
I am torn and weathered wounded with the goadZ
And soiled with tugging at my weary loadZ
The more I need thee A very prodigalA2
I stagger into thy presence Lord of meF
One look my Christ and at thy feet I fallB
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Why should I still hang back like one in a dreamB2
Who vainly strives to clothe himself arightZ
That in great presence he may seemly seemB2
Why call up feeling dress me in the faintZ
Worn faded cast off nimbus of some saintZ
Why of old mood bring back a ghostly gleamB2
While there He waits love's heart and loss's blightZ
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Son of the Father elder brother mineC2
See thy poor brother's plight See how he standsD
Defiled and feeble hanging down his handsD
Make me clean brother with thy burning shineC2
From thy rich treasures householder divineC2
Bring forth fair garments old and new I prayS
And like thy brother dress me in the old home bred wayS
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My prayer bird was cold would not awayS
Although I set it on the edge of the nestZ
Then I bethought me of the story oldZ
Love fact or loving fable thou know'st bestZ
How when the children had made sparrows of clayS
Thou mad'st them birds with wings to flutter and foldZ
Take Lord my prayer in thy hand and make it prayS
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My poor clay sparrow seems turned to a stoneD2
And from my heart will neither fly nor runK
I cannot feel as thou and I both wouldZ
But Father I am willing make me goodZ
What art thou father for but to help thy sonK
Look deep yet deeper in my heart and thereS
Beyond where I can feel read thou the prayerS
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Oh what it were to be right sure of theeF
Sure that thou art and the same as thy son JesusD
Oh faith is deeper wider than the seaF
Yea than the blue of heaven that ever flees usD
Yet simple as the cry of sore hurt childZ
Or as his shout with sudden gladness wildZ
When home from school he runs till morn set freeF
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If I were sure thou Father verily artZ
True father of the Nazarene as trueS
Sure as I am of my wife's shielding heartZ
Sure as of sunrise in the watching blueS
Sure as I am that I do eat and drinkE2
And have a heart to love and laugh and thinkE2
Meseems in flame the joy might from my body startZ
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But I must know thee in a deeper wayS
Than any of these ways or know thee notZ
My heart at peace far loftier proof must layS
Than if the wind thou me the wave didst rollF2
Than if I lay before thee a sunny spotZ
Or knew thee as the body knows its soulF2
Or even as the part doth know its perfect wholeF2
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There is no word to tell how I must know theeF
No wind clasped ever a low meadow flowerS
So close that as to nearness it could show theeF
No rainbow so makes one the sun and showerS
A something with thee I am a nothing fro' theeF
Because I am not save as I am in theeF
My soul is ever setting out to win theeF
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I know not how for that I first must know theeF
I know I know thee not as I would know theeF
For my heart burns like theirs that did not know himG2
Till he broke bread and therein they must know himG2
I know thee knowing that I do not know theeF
Nor ever shall till one with me I know theeF
Even as thy son the eternal man doth know theeF
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Creation under me in and aboveH2
Slopes upward from the base a pyramidZ
On whose point I shall stand at last and loveH2
From the first rush of vapour at thy willI2
To the last poet word that darkness chidZ
Thou hast been sending up creation's hillI2
To lift thy souls aloft in faithful Godhead freeF
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I think my thought and fancy I think theeF
Lord wake me up rend swift my coffin planksD
I pray thee let me live alive and freeF
My soul will break forth in melodious thanksD
Aware at last what thou wouldst have it beF
When thy life shall be light in me and whenJ2
My life to thine is answer and amenJ2
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How oft I say the same things in these linesD
Even as a man buried in during darkK2
Turns ever where the edge of twilight shinesD
Prays ever towards the vague eternal markK2
Or as the sleeper having dreamed he drinksD
Back straightway into thirstful dreaming sinksD
So turns my will to thee for thee still longs still pinesD
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The mortal man all careful wise and troubledZ
The eternal child in the nursery doth keepL2
To morrow on to day the man heaps doubledZ
The child laughs hopeful even in his sleepL2
The man rebukes the child for foolish trustZ
The child replies Thy care is for poor dustZ
Be still and let me wake that thou mayst sleepL2
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Till I am one with oneness manifoldZ
I must breed contradiction strife and doubtZ
Things tread Thy court look real take proving holdZ
My Christ is not yet grown to cast them outZ
Alas to me false judging 'twixt the twainM2
The Unseen oft fancy seems while all aboutZ
The Seen doth lord it with a mighty trainM2
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But when the Will hath learned obedience royalA2
He straight will set the child upon the throneD2
To whom the seen things all grown instant loyalA2
Will gather to his feet in homage proneD2
The child their master they have ever knownD2
Then shall the visible fabric plainly leanN2
On a Reality that never can be seenN2
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Thy ways are wonderful maker of menJ2
Thou gavest me a child and I have fedZ
And clothed and loved her many a growing yearS
Lo now a friend of months draws gently nearS
And claims her future all beyond his kenJ2
There he hath never loved her nor hath ledZ
She weeps and moans but turns and leaves her home so dearS
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She leaves but not forsakes Oft in the nightZ
Oft at mid day when all is still aroundZ
Sudden will rise in dim pathetic lightZ
Some childish memory of household blissD
Or sorrow by love's service robed and crownedZ
Rich in his love she yet will sometimes missD
The mother's folding arms the mother's sealing kissD
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Then first I think our eldest born althoughI
Loving devoted tender watchful dearS
The innermost of home bred love shall knowI
Yea when at last the janitor draws nearS
A still pale joy will through the darkness goI
At thought of lying in those arms againJ2
Which once were heaven enough for any painM2
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By love doth love grow mighty in its loveH2
Once thou shalt love us child as we love theeF
Father of loves is it not thy decreeF
That by our long far wandering removeO2
From thee our life our home our being blestZ
We learn at last to love thee true and bestZ
And rush with all our loves back to thy infinite restZ

George Macdonald



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