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

Rhyme Scheme: A AAABCCCB DDDEFFFE GGGEHHHE CCCIJJJI KKKILLLI MMMGMMMA MMMNMMMN GGGAGGGA MMMNOPON

To Mrs E C MorriesonA
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Twas not chance but deep designA
Tho of whom I can't divineA
Made the courtly ValentineA
Corpulent saint and bishopB
Such a time with Bob to stayC
Let me now in bardish wayC
On your own St David s dayC
Toss you a simple dish upB
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Tis a tale we learnt at schoolD
Oft we broke domestic ruleD
Standing till our brows were coolD
In the forbidden lobbyE
There we talked and there we laughedF
Till the townsfolk thought us daftF
What of that a thorough draftF
Was and is still my hobbyE
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To my tale In ancient daysG
Ere men left the good old waysG
Lived a lady whose just praiseG
Passes all fancied gloryE
Rich was she in field and storeH
Richer in the sons she boreH
How could she be honoured moreH
Listen and hear the storyE
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On a high and festive dayC
When the chariots bright and gayC
To the temple far awayC
Passed in majestic orderI
When the hour was nigh at handJ
She who should have led the bandJ
Found no oxen at commandJ
Searching through all her borderI
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Then her two sons brave and strongK
Gut their limbs with band and thongK
And before the wondering throngK
Drew their exulting motherI
Swift and steady on they cameL
At the temple loud acclaimL
Greeted that illustrious dameL
Blest above every otherI
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Then while triumph filled her breastM
Loud she prayed above the restM
Give my sons whatever bestM
Man may receive from heaversG
To the shrine the brothers steptM
Low they bowed they sunk they sleptM
Stillness o er their brave limbs creptM
Rest was the guerdon givenA
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Such the simple story toldM
By a sage renowned of oldM
To a king whose fabled goldM
Could not procure him learningN
Heathen was the sage indeedM
Yet his tale we gladly readM
Thro his dark and doubtful creedM
Glimpses of Truth discerningN
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Now no more the altar's blazeG
Glares athwart our worldly hazeG
Warning men how evil waysG
Lead to just tribulationA
Now no more the temple standsG
Pointing out to godless landsG
That which is not made with handsG
Even the whole CreationA
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Ask no more then what is bestM
How shall those you love be blestM
Ask at once eternal RestM
Peace and assurance givingN
Rest of Life and not of deathO
Rest in Love and Hope and FaithP
Till the God who gives their breathO
Calls them to rest from livingN

James Clerk Maxwell



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