Caroline Chisholm Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEBB FGHH IICC JJKK BBLL

THE PRIESTS and the Levites went forth to feast at the courts of the KingsA
They were vain of their greatness and worth and gladdened with glittering thingsA
They were fair in the favour of gold and they walked on with delicate feetB
Where famished and faint with the cold the women fell down in the streetB
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The Priests and the Levites looked round all vexed and perplexed at the criesC
Of the maiden who crouched to the ground with the madness of want in her eyesC
And they muttered Few praises are earned when good hath been wrought in the darkD
While the backs of the people are turned we choose not to loiter nor harkD
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Moreover they said It is fair that our deeds in the daylight should shineE
If we feasted you who would declare that we gave you our honey and wineE
They gathered up garments of gold and they stepped with their delicate feetB
And the women who famished with cold were left with the snow in the streetB
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The winds and the rains were abroad the homeless looked vainly for almsF
And they prayed in the dark to the Lord with agony clenched in their palmsG
There is none of us left that is whole they cried through their faltering breathH
We are clothed with a sickness of soul and the shape of the shadow of deathH
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He heard them and turned to the earth I am pained said the Lord at the woeI
Of my children so smitten with dearth but the night of their trouble shall goI
He called on His Chosen to come she listened and hastened to riseC
And He charged her to build them a home where the tears should be dried from their eyesC
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God s servant came forth from the South she told of a plentiful landJ
And wisdom was set in her mouth and strength in the thews of her handJ
She lifted them out of their fear and they thought her their Moses and saidK
We shall follow you sister from here to the country of sunshine and breadK
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She fed them and led them away through tempest and tropical heatB
Till they reached the far regions of day and sweet scented spaces of wheatB
She hath made them a home with her hand and they bloom like the summery vinesL
For they eat of the fat of the land and drink of its glittering winesL

Henry Kendall



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