Ultima Thule: Old St. David's At Radnor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCE FGFF HIHHJ KLKKL MNOMN PQPPQ

What an image of peace and restA
Is this little church among its gravesB
All is so quiet the troubled breastA
The wounded spirit the heart oppressedA
Here may find the repose it cravesB
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See how the ivy climbs and expandsC
Over this humble hermitageD
And seems to caress with its little handsC
The rough gray stones as a child that standsC
Caressing the wrinkled cheeks of ageE
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You cross the threshold and dim and smallF
Is the space that serves for the Shepherd's FoldG
The narrow aisle the bare white wallF
The pews and the pulpit quaint and tallF
Whisper and say 'Alas we are old '-
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Herbert's chapel at BemertonH
Hardly more spacious is than thisI
But poet and pastor blent in oneH
Clothed with a splendor as of the sunH
That lowly and holy edificeJ
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It is not the wall of stone withoutK
That makes the building small or greatL
But the soul's light shining round aboutK
And the faith that overcometh doubtK
And the love that stronger is than hateL
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Were I a pilgrim in search of peaceM
Were I a pastor of Holy ChurchN
More than a Bishop's dioceseO
Should I prize this place of rest and releaseM
From further longing and further searchN
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Here would I stay and let the worldP
With its distant thunder roar and rollQ
Storms do not rend the sail that is furledP
Nor like a dead leaf tossed and whirledP
In an eddy of wind is the anchored soulQ

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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