A Hymn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


O fly my Soul What hangs uponA
Thy drooping wingsB
And weighs them downC
With love of gaudy mortal thingsB
The Sun is now i' the east each shadeD
As he doth riseE
Is shorter madeD
That earth may lessen to our eyesE
O be not careless then and playF
Until the Star of PeaceG
Hide all his beams in dark recessH
Poor pilgrims needs must lose their wayF
When all the shadows do increaseG

James Shirley


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