The World In The Heart Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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BUT if the foe no more without presidesA
There is an inner chamber where it hidesA
In that strong hold prepares its last defenceB
And none but heavenly arms can drive it thenceB
This is the Christian's conflict he aloneC
Pursues its flight to that interior throneC
This is the test that makes his title clearD
For only they approve their aim sincereD
Who seek the flattering world to dispossessE
Where none but God and conscience have accessE
All modes by man devised to purchase blissF
Full well he knows are cheaper far than thisF
Hence the attempt with penance pain and lossG
And prayers and alms to frame a lighter crossG
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To travel barefoot to some hallowed shrineH
If this would do how soon should Heaven be mineH
To walk with God resigning every weightI
To run with patience up to Zion's gateI
To hold affections fixt on things aboveJ
To value heavenly more than earthly loveJ
To dread the frown of God's discerning eyeK
More than the world's opprobrious calumnyL
To keep faith's prospects prominent and clearD
To seek not rest nor wish to find it hereM
Is harder work too hard for arms like oursN
Opposed by principalities and powersN
Had He not covenanted to supplyK
Helmet and shield from Heaven's armoryL
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A ceaseless round of mummery to fulfilK
Leaves the world's empire unmolested stillK
Nor more effective every outward wayO
By which we seek to disavow its swayO
The downcast look grave habit slow addressE
Are vain attempts to make the labour lessE
There is an inward army to pursueP
A mere external conflict will not doP
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They who sincerely bid the world departQ
Not only from the house but from the heartQ
Retreating wisely where its torrent roarsR
And anxious still to shut it out of doorsR
Contract their wishes to the sober sizeS
Of fire side comfort and domestic tiesS
Yet they should deem the battle but begunT
Nor think at such light cost the victory wonT
Whatever passes as a cloud betweenU
The mental eye of faith and things unseenU
Causing that better world to disappearD
Or seem unlovely and the present dearD
That is our world our idol though it bearV
Affection's impress or devotion's airV
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They who the quiet walks of life may chooseW
Partly for Heaven's sake partly for the museW
Whose taste had led them from the giddy trainX
Even if conscience did not say 'refrain '-
Though wise and good the choice had need bewareV
They shun an obvious for a hidden snareV
The fair bright paths of wit and learning mayO
Lead off directly from the narrow wayO
The pride of intellect the conscious heightY
The soul attains to in her mental flightY
At length may cause a less exalted seatZ
To seem too lowly at the Saviour's feetZ
Music the pencil nature books the museW
Have charms and Heaven designed them for our useA2
Yet who that knows and loves them but could tellK
The world disguised in all in each may dwellK
With charm as fatal with a spell as strongB2
As that which circles pleasure's vacant throngB2
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'Tis true and therefore some pronounce in hasteC2
Urged less by conscience than by want of tasteC2
A sweeping censure on the cultured mindD2
And safety hope in ignorance to findD2
Alas they know not how the world can cheatZ
Or rather know not their own heart's deceitZ
The ground that lies uncultured and unsownX
With rampant weeds is quickly overgrownX
And they who leave the mental field undrestZ
Deeming all knowledge useless but the bestZ
And give those hours that duty freely sparesE2
Not to superior but to vulgar caresE2
Will find these lead from heavenly converse backF2
Not less than those and by a meaner trackF2
'Twas by no mental feast no studious thoughtZ
Her soul was cumbered and her Lord forgotZ
Who lost the unction of His gracious wordZ
Which waiting at His feet another heardZ
Those toils engrossed her that may hold the heartZ
In closest bondage from the better partZ
And though that board was spread for such a guestZ
As none may now bid welcome to a feastZ
Her guest her Lord reproved her as He willK
The busy Marthas serving cumbered stillK
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Ask the good housewife mid her bustling maidsG2
If ne'er the world her humbler sphere invadesG2
But if unconscious of its secret swayO
She own it not her eager looks betrayO
Yes there you find it spite of locks and barsH2
Hid in the store room with her jams and jarsH2
It gilds her china in her cupboard shinesI2
Works at the vent peg of her home made winesI2
Each varied dainty to her board suppliesS
And comes up smoking in her Christmas piesS
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The charms of mental converse some may fearD
Who scruple not to lend a ready earM
To kitchen tales of scandal strife and loveJ
Which make the maid and mistress hand and gloveJ
And ever deem the sin and danger lessE
Merely for being in a vulgar dressE
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Thus the world haunts in forms of varied kindZ
The intellectual and the groveling mindZ
Now sparkling in the muse's fair attireJ2
Now red and greasy at the kitchen fireJ2
And were you called to give a casting voiceK2
One to select from such a meagre choiceK2
Deciding which life's purpose most mistookL2
Would you not say the worldly minded cookL2
Not intellectual vanity to flatterJ2
Simply that mind precedence claims of matterJ2
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And she whose nobler course is seen to shineX
At once with human knowledge and divineX
Who mental culture and domestic ritesM2
In close and graceful amity unitesM2
Striving to hold them in their proper placeN2
Not interfering with her heavenly raceN2
Whose constant aim it is and fervent prayerV
On earthly ground to breathe celestial airV
Still she could witness how the world betraysO2
Steals softly in by unsuspected waysO2
Her yielding soul from heavenly converse bearsE2
And holds her captive in its silken snaresE2
Could she not tell the trifles that are broughtZ
To rival Heaven and drive it from her thoughtZ
Her heart unconscious of the flowery trapP2
Caught in the sprigs upon a baby's capP2
Thence disengaged its freedom boasts awhileK
Till taken captive by the baby's smileK
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But oh how mournful when resistance failsQ2
The conflict slackens and the foe prevailsQ2
For instance yonder matron who appearsR2
Softly descending in the vale of yearsR2
And yet with health and constant care bestowedZ
Still comely embonpoint and la modeZ
Once in her youthful days her heart was warmS2
At least her feelings wore devotion's formS2
And ever since to quell the rising doubtZ
She makes that grain of godliness eke outZ
With comfort still the distant day she seesT2
When grief or terror brought her to her kneesT2
When Christian friends rejoiced at what she toldZ
And bade her welcome to the church's foldZ
There still she rests her words her forms the sameU2
There holds profession's lamp without the flameU2
Her Sabbaths come and go with even paceN2
Year after year you find her in her placeN2
And still no change apparent saving thatZ
Of time and fashion in her face and hatZ
She stands or kneels as usual hears and singsV2
Goes home and dines and talks of other thingsV2
Enjoys her comforts with as strong a go tZ
As if they were not fading from her viewP
And still is telling what she means to doP
Talks of events that happen to befallK
Not like a stranger passing from it allK
But eager anxious in their issue stillK
Hoping this will not be or that it willK
Getting enjoying all that can be hadZ
Amused with trifles and at trifles sadZ
While hope still whispers in her willing earsR2
'Soul thou hast goods laid up for many years '-
A few brief words her character portrayO
This world contents her if she might but stayO
When true and fervent pilgrims round her pressE
She inly wishes that their zeal were lessE
Their works of love their spirit faith and prayersE2
Their calm indifference to the world's affairsE2
Reproach her deadhess and she fain for oneX
Would call their zeal and ardour overdoneX
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But what her thought is what her hope and stayO
In moments of reflection who shall sayO
Time does not slacken nay he speeds his paceN2
Bearing her onward toP

Jane Taylor



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