Lines Written On A Survey Of The Heavens, In The Morning Before Daybreak Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDECFCGAHICJKCC DJLCCCLMNOIPQRCC STUCVUWUUX JCYZA2UUXB2C2UPED2 E2CF2CPCUG2H2CC2I2

Ye many twinkling stars who yet do holdA
Your brilliant places in the sable vaultB
Of night's dominions Planets and central orbsC
Of other systems big as the burning sunD
Which lights this nether globe yet to our eyeE
Small as the glowworm's lamp To you I raiseC
My lowly orisons while all bewilder'dF
My vision strays o'er your ethereal hostsC
Too vast too boundless for our narrow mindG
Warp'd with low prejudices to unfoldA
And sagely comprehend Thence higher soaringH
Through ye I raise my solemn thoughts to HimI
The mighty Founder of this wondrous mazeC
The great Creator Him who now sublimeJ
Wrapt in the solitary amplitudeK
Of boundless space above the rolling spheresC
Sits on his silent throne and meditatesC
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The angelic hosts in their inferior HeavenD
Hymn to the golden harps his praise sublimeJ
Repeating loud The Lord our God is greatL
In varied harmonies The glorious soundsC
Roll o'er the air serene The AElig olian spheresC
Harping along their viewless boundariesC
Catch the full note and cry The Lord is greatL
Responding to the Seraphim O'er allM
From orb to orb to the remotest vergeN
Of the created world the sound is borneO
Till the whole universe is full of HimI
Oh 'tis this heavenly harmony which nowP
In fancy strikes upon my listening earQ
And thrills my inmost soul It bids me smileR
On the vain world and all its bustling caresC
And gives a shadowy glimpse of future blissC
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Oh what is man when at ambition's heightS
What even are kings when balanced in the scaleT
Of these stupendous worlds Almighty GodU
Thou the dread author of these wondrous worksC
Say canst thou cast on me poor passing wormV
One look of kind benevolence Thou canstU
For Thou art full of universal loveW
And in thy boundless goodness wilt impartU
Thy beams as well to me as to the proudU
The pageant insects of a glittering hourX
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Oh when reflecting on these truths sublimeJ
How insignificant do all the joysC
The gaudes and honours of the world appearY
How vain ambition Why has my wakeful lampZ
Outwatch'd the slow paced night Why on the pageA2
The schoolman's labour'd page have I employ'dU
The hours devoted by the world to restU
And needful to recruit exhausted natureX
Say can the voice of narrow Fame repayB2
The loss of health or can the hope of gloryC2
Lend a new throb into my languid heartU
Cool even now my feverish aching browP
Relume the fires of this deep sunken eyeE
Or paint new colours on this pallid cheekD2
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Say foolish one can that unbodied fameE2
For which thou barterest health and happinessC
Say can it soothe the slumbers of the graveF2
Give a new zest to bliss or chase the pangsC
Of everlasting punishment condignP
Alas how vain are mortal man's desiresC
How fruitless his pursuits Eternal GodU
Guide thou my footsteps in the way of truthG2
And oh assist me so to live on earthH2
That I may die in peace and claim a placeC
In thy high dwelling All but this is follyC2
The vain illusions of deceitful lifeI2

Henry Kirk White



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