Mathal Name. - Book Of Parables Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B BAC D DC E F GEH I IH JJKKGGLLLMMNN OOKKPPP Q R SR STTQQ UUVVGGTT| From heaven there fell upon the foaming wave | A |
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| A timid drop the flood with anger roared | B |
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| But God its modest boldness to reward | B |
| Strength to the drop and firm endurance gave | A |
| Its form the mussel captive took | C |
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| And to its lasting glory and renown | D |
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| The pearl now glistens in our monarch's crown | D |
| With gentle gleam and loving look | C |
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| BULBUL'S song through night hours cold | E |
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| Rose to Allah's throne on high | F |
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| To reward her melody | G |
| Giveth he a cage of gold | E |
| Such a cage are limbs of men | H |
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| Though at first she feels confin'd | I |
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| Yet when all she brings to mind | I |
| Straight the spirit sings again | H |
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| IN the Koran with strange delight | J |
| A peacock's feather met my sight | J |
| Thou'rt welcome in this holy place | K |
| The highest prize on earth's wide face | K |
| As in the stars of heaven in thee | G |
| God's greatness in the small we see | G |
| For he whose gaze whole worlds bath bless'd | L |
| His eye hath even here impress'd | L |
| And the light down in beauty dress'd | L |
| So that e'en monarchs cannot hope | M |
| In splendour with the bird to cope | M |
| Meekly enjoy thy happy lot | N |
| And so deserve that holy spot | N |
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| ALL kinds of men both small and great | O |
| A fine spun web delight to create | O |
| And in the middle they take their place | K |
| And wield their scissors with wondrous grace | K |
| But if a besom should sweep that way | P |
| What a most shameful thing they say | P |
| They've crush'd a mighty palace to day | P |
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| IT IS GOOD | Q |
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| IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd | R |
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| Jehovah found in slumber deep | S |
| Adam fast sunk He gently laid | R |
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| Eve near him she too fell asleep | S |
| There lay they now on earth's fair shrine | T |
| God's two most beauteous thoughts divine | T |
| When this He saw He cried 'Tis Good | Q |
| And scarce could move from where He stood | Q |
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| No wonder that our joy's complete | U |
| While eye and eye responsive meet | U |
| When this blest thought of rapture moves us | V |
| That we're with Him who truly loves us | V |
| And if He cries Good let it be | G |
| 'Tis so for both it seems to me | G |
| Thou'rt clasp'd within these arms of mine | T |
| Dearest of all God's thoughts divine | T |
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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