The Gospel Women 01: The Mother Mary Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Gospel Women 01: The Mother Mary Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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Mary to thee the heart was given	B
For infant hand to hold	C
And clasp thus an eternal heaven	B
The great earth in its fold	C
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He seized the world with tender might	D
By making thee his own	E
Thee lowly queen whose heavenly height	D
Was to thyself unknown	E
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He came all helpless to thy power	F
For warmth and love and birth	G
In thy embraces every hour	F
He grew into the earth	G
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Thine was the grief O mother high	A
Which all thy sisters share	H
Who keep the gate betwixt the sky	A
And this our lower air	H
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But unshared sorrows gathering slow	I
Will rise within thy heart	J
Strange thoughts which like a sword will go	I
Thorough thy inward part	J
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For if a woman bore a son	B
That was of angel brood	K
Who lifted wings ere day was done	B
And soared from where she stood	L
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Wild grief would rave on love's high throne	E
She sitting in the door	M
All day would cry He was my own	E
And now is mine no more	M
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So thou O Mary years on years	N
From child birth to the cross	O
Wast filled with yearnings filled with fears	N
Keen sense of love and loss	O
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His childish thoughts outsoared thy reach	P
His godlike tenderness	Q
Would sometimes seem in human speech	P
To thee than human less	R
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Strange pangs await thee mother mild	S
A sorer travail pain	T
Then will the spirit of thy child	S
Be born in thee again	U
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Till then thou wilt forebode and dread	V
Loss will be still thy fear	W
Till he be gone and in his stead	V
His very self appear	W
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For when thy son hath reached his goal	X
And vanished from the earth	G
Soon wilt thou find him in thy soul	X
A second holier birth	G
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II	A
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Ah there he stands With wondering face	Y
Old men surround the boy	Z
The solemn looks the awful place	Y
Bestill the mother's joy	Z
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In sweet reproach her gladness hid	A2
Her trembling voice says low	I
Less like the chiding than the chid	A2
How couldst thou leave us so	I
	-
But will her dear heart understand	A2
The answer that he gives	B2
Childlike eternal simple grand	A2
The law by which he lives	B2
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Why sought ye me Ah mother dear	W
The gulf already opes	B2
That will in thee keep live the fear	W
And part thee from thy hopes	B2
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My father's business that ye know	I
I cannot choose but do	A2
Mother if he that work forego	I
Not long he cares for you	A2
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Creation's harder better part	A2
Now occupies his hand	A2
I marvel not the mother's heart	A2
Not yet could understand	A2
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III	A
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The Lord of life among them rests	B2
They quaff the merry wine	C2
They do not know those wedding guests	B2
The present power divine	C2
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Believe on such a group he smiled	A2
Though he might sigh the while	D2
Believe not sweet souled Mary's child	A2
Was born without a smile	D2
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He saw the pitchers high upturned	A2
Their last red drops outpour	M
His mother's cheek with triumph burned	A2
And expectation wore	M
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He knew the prayer her bosom housed	A2
He read it in her eyes	B2
Her hopes in him sad thoughts have roused	A2
Ere yet her words arise	B2
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They have no wine she halting said	A2
Her prayer but half begun	B
Her eyes went on Lift up thy head	A2
Show what thou art my son	B
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A vision rose before his eyes	B2
The cross the waiting tomb	E2
The people's rage the darkened skies	B2
His unavoided doom	E2
	-
Ah woman dear thou must not fret	A2
Thy heart's desire to see	B2
His hour of honour is not yet	A2
'Twill come too soon for thee	B2
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His word was dark his tone was kind	A2
His heart the mother knew	A2
His eyes in hers looked deep and shined	A2
They gave her heart the cue	A2
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Another on the word intent	A2
Had read refusal there	H
She heard in it a full consent	A2
A sweetly answered prayer	H
	-
Whate'er he saith unto you do	A2
Out flowed his grapes divine	C2
Though then as now not many knew	A2
Who makes the water wine	C2
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IV	A
	-
He is beside himself Dismayed	A2
His mother brothers talked	A2
He from the well known path had strayed	A2
In which their fathers walked	A2
	-
With troubled hearts they sought him Loud	A2
Some one the message bore	M
He stands within amid a crowd	A2
They at the open door	M
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Thy mother and thy brothers would	A2
Speak with thee Lo they stand	A2
Without and wait thee Like a flood	A2
Of sunrise on the land	A2
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A new born light his face o'erspread	A2
Out from his eyes it poured	A2
He lifted up that gracious head	A2
Looked round him took the word	A2
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My mother brothers who are they	F2
Hearest thou Mary mild	A2
This is a sword that well may slay	F2
Disowned by thy child	A2
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Ah no My brothers sisters hear	G2
They are our humble lord's	B2
O mother did they wound thy ear	G2
We thank him for the words	B2
	-
Who are my friends Oh hear him say	F2
Stretching his hand abroad	A2
My mother sisters brothers are they	F2
That do the will of God	A2
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My brother Lord of life and me	B2
If life might grow to this	B2
Would it not brother sister be	B2
Enough for all amiss	B2
	-
Yea mother hear him and rejoice	B2
Thou art his mother still	H2
But may'st be more of thy own choice	B2
Doing his Father's will	H2
	-
Ambition for thy son restrain	T
Thy will to God's will bow	I2
Thy son he shall be yet again	U
And twice his mother thou	I2
	-
O humble man O faithful son	B
That woman most forlorn	J2
Who yet thy father's will hath done	B
Thee son of man hath born	J2
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V	B2
	-
Life's best things gather round its close	B2
To light it from the door	M
When woman's aid no further goes	B2
She weeps and loves the more	M
	-
She doubted oft feared for his life	A
Yea feared his mission's loss	B2
But now she shares the losing strife	A
And weeps beside the cross	B2
	-
The dreaded hour is come at last	A2
The sword hath reached her soul	X
The hour of tortured hope is past	A2
And gained the awful goal	X
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There hangs the son her body bore	M
The limbs her arms had prest	A2
The hands the feet the driven nails tore	M
Had lain upon her breast	A2
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He speaks the words how faintly brief	A
And how divinely dear	W
The mother's heart yearns through its grief	A
Her dying son to hear	G2
	-
Woman behold thy son Behold	A2
Thy mother Blessed hest	A2
That friend to her torn heart to fold	A2
Who understood him best	A2
	-
Another son ah not instead	A2
He gave lest grief should kill	H2
While he was down among the dead	A2
Doing his father's will	H2
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No not instead the coming joy	Z
Will make him hers anew	A2
More hers than when a little boy	Z
His life from hers he drew	A2