A Hymn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIBJKLMNOPCQR STUMVWXYZA2B2CC2D2E2 F2WG2YLH2H2SI2J2IK2H 2L2M2H2TF2H2N2H2H2H2 O2UP2Q2H2R2S2T2U2M2H 2V2O2H2T2H2W2L2C2Q2X 2H2H2N2RY2BH2Z2IVF2C 2S2WA3C2H2B3QC3D3H2I A3E3F3G3GW2H2H2T2M2H 2H3XH2I3H2| These as they change Almighty Father these | A |
| Are but the varied God The rolling year | B |
| Is full of thee Forth in the pleasing Spring | C |
| Thy beauty walks Thy tenderness and love | D |
| Wide flush the fields the softening air is balm | E |
| Echo the mountains round the forest smiles | F |
| And every sense and every heart is joy | G |
| Then comes Thy glory in the summer months | H |
| With light and heart refulgent Then Thy sun | I |
| Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year | B |
| And of Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks | J |
| And oft at dawn deep noon or falling eve | K |
| By brooks and groves in hollow whisp'ring gales | L |
| Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfin'd | M |
| And spreads a common feast for all that lives | N |
| In Winter awful Thou with clouds and storms | O |
| Around Thee thrown tempest o'er tempest roll'd | P |
| Majestic darkness on the whirlwind's wing | C |
| Riding sublime Thou bidst the world adore | Q |
| And humblest Nature with Thy northern blast | R |
| Mysterious round what skill what force divine | S |
| Deep felt in these appear a simple train | T |
| Yet so delightful mix'd with such kind art | U |
| Such beauty and beneficence combin'd | M |
| Shade unperceiv'd so soft'ning into shade | V |
| And all so forming an harmonious whole | W |
| That they still succeed they ravish still | X |
| But wand'ring oft with brute unconscious gaze | Y |
| Man marks not Thee marks not the mighty hand | Z |
| That ever busy wheels the silent spheres | A2 |
| Works in the secret deep shoots steaming thence | B2 |
| The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring | C |
| Flings from the sun direct the flaming day | C2 |
| Feeds every creature hurls the tempest forth | D2 |
| And as on earth this grateful change revolves | E2 |
| With transport touches all the springs of life | F2 |
| Nature attend join every living soul | W |
| Beneath the spacious temple of the sky | G2 |
| In adoration join and ardent raise | Y |
| One general song To Him ye vocal gales | L |
| Breathe soft whose Spirit in your freshness breathes | H2 |
| Oh talk of Him in solitary glooms | H2 |
| Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine | S |
| Fills the brown shade with a religious awe | I2 |
| And ye whose bolder note is heard afar | J2 |
| Who shake the astonished world lift high to heaven | I |
| The impetuous song and say from whom you rage | K2 |
| His praise ye brooks attune ye trembling rills | H2 |
| And let me catch it as I muse along | L2 |
| Ye headlong torrents rapid and profound | M2 |
| Ye softer floods that lead the humid maze | H2 |
| Along the vale and thou majestic main | T |
| A secret world of wonders in thyself | F2 |
| Sound His stupendous praise whose greater voice | H2 |
| Or bids you roar or bids your roarings fall | N2 |
| Soft roll your incense herbs and fruits and flowers | H2 |
| In mingled clouds to Him whose sun exalts | H2 |
| Whose breath perfumes you and whose pencil paints | H2 |
| Ye forests bend ye harvests wave to Him | O2 |
| Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart | U |
| As home he goes beneath the joyous moon | P2 |
| Ye that keep watch in heaven as earth asleep | Q2 |
| Unconcious lies effuse your mildest beams | H2 |
| Ye constellations while your angels strike | R2 |
| Amid the spangled sky the silver lyre | S2 |
| Great source of day best image here below | T2 |
| Of thy Creator ever pouring wide | U2 |
| From world to world the vital ocean round | M2 |
| On Nature write with every beam His praise | H2 |
| The thunder rolls be hushed the prostrate world | V2 |
| While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn | O2 |
| Bleat out afresh ye hills ye mossy rocks | H2 |
| Retain the sound the broad responsive low | T2 |
| Ye valleys raise for the Great Shepherd reigns | H2 |
| And His unsuffering kingdom yet will come | W2 |
| Ye woodlands all awake a boundless song | L2 |
| Burst from the groves and when the restless day | C2 |
| Expiring lays the warbling world asleep | Q2 |
| Sweetest of birds sweet Philomela charm | X2 |
| The listening shades and teach the night His praise | H2 |
| Ye chief for whom the whole creation smiles | H2 |
| At once the head the heart and tongue of all | N2 |
| Crown the great hymn in swarming cities vast | R |
| Assembled men to the deep organ join | Y2 |
| The long resounding voice oft breaking clear | B |
| At solemn pauses through the swelling base | H2 |
| And as each mingling flame increases each | Z2 |
| In one united ardour rise to heaven | I |
| Or if you rather choose the rural shade | V |
| And find a fane in every sacred grove | F2 |
| There let the shepherd's flute the virgin's lay | C2 |
| The prompting seraph and the poet's lyre | S2 |
| Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll | W |
| For me when I forget the darling theme | A3 |
| Whether the blossom blows the Summer ray | C2 |
| Russets the plain inspiring Autumn gleams | H2 |
| Or Winter rises in the blackening east | B3 |
| Be my tongue mute my fancy paint no more | Q |
| And dead to joy forget my heart to beat | C3 |
| Should fate command me to the farthest verge | D3 |
| Of the green earth to distant barb'rous climes | H2 |
| Rivers unknown to song where first the sun | I |
| Gilds Indian mountains or his setting beam | A3 |
| Falmes on th' Atlantic isles 'tis nought to me | E3 |
| Since God is ever present ever felt | F3 |
| In the void waste as in the city full | G3 |
| And where He vital breathes there must be joy | G |
| When ev'n at last the solemn hour shall come | W2 |
| And wing my mystic flight to future worlds | H2 |
| I cheerful will obey there with new pow'rs | H2 |
| Will rising wonders sing I cannot go | T2 |
| Where Universal Love not smiles around | M2 |
| Sustaining all yon orbs and all their suns | H2 |
| From seeming evil still educing good | H3 |
| And better thence again and better still | X |
| In infinite progression But I lose | H2 |
| Myself in Him in light ineffable | I3 |
| Come then expressive silence muse His praise | H2 |
James Thomson
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