John Bede Polding Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLM NJNJ OPOP QRQR SRTR RCRC RURV WVWV VXVX RPRP KYKZ VA2VA2 B2BC2B RD2RD2 E2VRV RF2RG2 H2IH2I I2RI2R RJ2RJ2| With reverent eyes and bowed uncovered head | A |
| A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew | B |
| But cannot say the words that should be said | A |
| To crowned and winged divinities like you | B |
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| The perfect speech of superhuman spheres | C |
| Man has not heard since He of Nazareth | D |
| Slain for the sins of twice two thousand years | C |
| Saw Godship gleaming through the gates of Death | E |
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| And therefore he who in these latter days | F |
| Has lost a Father falling by the shrine | G |
| Can only use the world s ephemeral phrase | F |
| Not Lord the faultless language that is Thine | G |
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| But he Thy son upon whose shoulders shone | H |
| So long Elisha s gleaming garments may | I |
| Be pleased to hear a pleading human tone | H |
| To sift the spirit of the words I say | I |
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| O Master since the gentle Stenhouse died | J |
| And left the void that none can ever fill | K |
| One harp at least has sorrow thrown aside | J |
| Its strings all broken and its notes all still | K |
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| Some lofty lord of music yet may find | L |
| Its pulse of passion I can never touch | M |
| The chords again my life has been too blind | L |
| I ve sinned too long and suffered far too much | M |
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| But you will listen to the voice although | N |
| The harp is silent you who glorified | J |
| Your great sad gift of life because you know | N |
| How souls are tempted and how hearts are tried | J |
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| O marvellous follower in the steps of Christ | O |
| How pure your spirit must have been to see | P |
| That light beyond our best expression priced | O |
| The effluence of benignant Deity | P |
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| You saw it Father Let me think you did | Q |
| Because I groping in the mists of Doubt | R |
| Am sometimes fearful that God s face is hid | Q |
| From all that none can read His riddle out | R |
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| A hope from lives like yours must everywhere | S |
| Become like faith that blessing undefiled | R |
| The refuge of the grey philosopher | T |
| The consolation of the simple child | R |
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| Here in a land of many sects where God | R |
| As shaped by man in countless forms appears | C |
| Few comprehend how carefully you trod | R |
| Without a slip for two and forty years | C |
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| How wonderful the self repression must | R |
| Have been that made you to the lovely close | U |
| The Christian crowned with universal trust | R |
| The foe less Father in a land of foes | V |
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| How patiently with how divine a strength | W |
| Of tolerance you must have watched the frays | V |
| Of fighting churches warring through the length | W |
| Of your bright beautiful unruffled days | V |
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| Because men strove you did not love them less | V |
| You felt for each for everyone and all | X |
| With that same apostolic tenderness | V |
| Which Samuel felt when yearning over Saul | X |
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| A crowned hierophant a high Chief Priest | R |
| On flame with robes of light you used to be | P |
| But yet you were as humble as the least | R |
| Of those who followed Him of Galilee | P |
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| Mid splendid forms of faith which flower and fill | K |
| God s oldest Church with gleams ineffable | Y |
| You stand Our Lord s serene disciple still | K |
| In all the blaze which on your pallium fell | Z |
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| The pomp of altars chasubles and fires | V |
| Of incense moved you not nor yet the dome | A2 |
| Of haughty beauty follower of the Sires | V |
| Who made a holiness of elder Rome | A2 |
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| A lord of scholarship whose knowledge ran | B2 |
| Through every groove of human history you | B |
| Were this and more a Christian gentleman | C2 |
| A fount of learning with a heart like dew | B |
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| O Father I who at your feet have knelt | R |
| On wings of singing fall and fail to sing | D2 |
| Remembering the immense compassion felt | R |
| By you for every form of suffering | D2 |
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| As dies a gentle April in a sky | E2 |
| Of faultless beauty after many days | V |
| Of loveliness and grand tranquillity | R |
| So passed your presence from our human gaze | V |
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| But though your stately face is as the dust | R |
| That windy hills to wintering hollows give | F2 |
| Your memory like a deity august | R |
| Is with us still to teach us how to live | G2 |
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| Ah may it teach us may the lives that are | H2 |
| Take colour from the life that was and may | I |
| Those souls be helped that in the dark so far | H2 |
| Have strayed and have forgotten how to pray | I |
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| Let one of these at least retain the hope | I2 |
| That fine examples like a blessed dew | R |
| Of summer falling in a fruitful scope | I2 |
| Give birth to issues beautiful and true | R |
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| Such hope O Master is a light indeed | R |
| To him that knows how hard it is to save | J2 |
| The spirit resting on no certain creed | R |
| Who kneels to plant this blossom on your grave | J2 |
Henry Kendall
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