Christmas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCA DEED FGGF HIIH AJJA EKKE LMML NOON APPA QRRQ STTS UEEU VSSV WXXW YAAY ZA2A2Z FSSF B2C2C2B2 D2E2E2D2

How grace this hallowed dayA
Shall happy bells from yonder ancient spireB
Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fireC
Round which the children playA
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Alas for many a moonD
That tongueless tower hath cleaved the Sabbath airE
Mute as an obelisk of ice aglareE
Beneath an Arctic noonD
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Shame to the foes that drownF
Our psalms of worship with their impious drumG
The sweetest chimes in all the land lie dumbG
In some far rustic townF
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There let us think they keepH
Of the dead Yules which here beside the seaI
They've ushered in with old world English gleeI
Some echoes in their sleepH
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How shall we grace the dayA
With feast and song and dance and antique sportsJ
And shout of happy children in the courtsJ
And tales of ghost and fayA
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Is there indeed a doorE
Where the old pastimes with their lawful noiseK
And all the merry round of Christmas joysK
Could enter as of yoreE
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Would not some pallid faceL
Look in upon the banquet calling upM
Dread shapes of battles in the wassail cupM
And trouble all the placeL
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How could we bear the mirthN
While some loved reveler of a year agoO
Keeps his mute Christmas now beneath the snowO
In cold Virginian earthN
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How shall we grace the dayA
Ah let the thought that on this holy mornP
The Prince of Peace the Prince of Peace was bornP
Employ us while we prayA
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Pray for the peace which longQ
Hath left this tortured land and haply nowR
Holds its white court on some far mountain's browR
There hardly safe from wrongQ
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Let every sacred faneS
Call its sad votaries to the shrine of GodT
And with the cloister and the tented sodT
Join in one solemn strainS
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With pomp of Roman formU
With the grave ritual brought from England's shoreE
And with the simple faith which asks no moreE
Than that the heart be warmU
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He who till time shall ceaseV
Will watch that earth where once not all in vainS
He died to give us peace may not disdainS
A prayer whose theme is peaceV
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Perhaps ere yet the SpringW
Hath died into the Summer over allX
The land the peace of His vast love shall fallX
Like some protecting wingW
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Oh ponder what it meansY
Oh turn the rapturous thought in every wayA
Oh give the vision and the fancy playA
And shape the coming scenesY
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Peace in the quiet dalesZ
Made rankly fertile by the blood of menA2
Peace in the woodland and the lonely glenA2
Peace in the peopled valesZ
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Peace in the crowded townF
Peace in a thousand fields of waving grainS
Peace in the highway and the flowery laneS
Peace on the wind swept downF
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Peace on the farthest seasB2
Peace in our sheltered bays and ample streamsC2
Peace wheresoe'er our starry garland gleamsC2
And peace in every breezeB2
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Peace on the whirring martsD2
Peace where the scholar thinks the hunter roamsE2
Peace God of Peace peace peace in all our homesE2
And peace in all our heartsD2

Henry Timrod



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