On St. David's Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCDDDC EEEFGGGF HHHFIIIF DDDJKKKJ LLLJMMMJ NNNHNNNO NNNPNNNP HHHOHHHO NNNPQRQP

i To Mrs E C Morrieson iA
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Twas not chance but deep designB
Tho of whom I can't divineB
Made the courtly ValentineB
Corpulent saint and bishopC
Such a time with Bob to stayD
Let me now in bardish wayD
On your own St David s dayD
Toss you a simple dish upC
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Tis a tale we learnt at schoolE
Oft we broke domestic ruleE
Standing till our brows were coolE
In the forbidden lobbyF
There we talked and there we laughedG
Till the townsfolk thought us daftG
What of that a thorough draftG
Was and is still my hobbyF
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To my tale In ancient daysH
Ere men left the good old waysH
Lived a lady whose just praiseH
Passes all fancied gloryF
Rich was she in field and storeI
Richer in the sons she boreI
How could she be honoured moreI
Listen and hear the storyF
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On a high and festive dayD
When the chariots bright and gayD
To the temple far awayD
Passed in majestic orderJ
When the hour was nigh at handK
She who should have led the bandK
Found no oxen at commandK
Searching through all her borderJ
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Then her two sons brave and strongL
Gut their limbs with band and thongL
And before the wondering throngL
Drew their exulting motherJ
Swift and steady on they cameM
At the temple loud acclaimM
Greeted that illustrious dameM
Blest above every otherJ
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Then while triumph filled her breastN
Loud she prayed above the restN
Give my sons whatever bestN
Man may receive from heaversH
To the shrine the brothers steptN
Low they bowed they sunk they sleptN
Stillness o er their brave limbs creptN
Rest was the guerdon givenO
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Such the simple story toldN
By a sage renowned of oldN
To a king whose fabled goldN
Could not procure him learningP
Heathen was the sage indeedN
Yet his tale we gladly readN
Thro his dark and doubtful creedN
Glimpses of Truth discerningP
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Now no more the altar's blazeH
Glares athwart our worldly hazeH
Warning men how evil waysH
Lead to just tribulationO
Now no more the temple standsH
Pointing out to godless landsH
That which is not made with handsH
Even the whole CreationO
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Ask no more then what is bestN
How shall those you love be blestN
Ask at once eternal RestN
Peace and assurance givingP
Rest of Life and not of deathQ
Rest in Love and Hope and FaithR
Till the God who gives their breathQ
Calls them to rest from livingP

James Clerk Maxwell



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