Of The Spouse Of Christ Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFEFEGEGEEEE EHIHIJKEJELELEFMFMNO NOPEAPENQNQFRFRESES

Who's this that cometh from the wildernessA
Like smokey pillars thus perfum'd with myrrhB
Leaning upon her dearest in distressC
Led into's bosom by the ComforterB
She's clothed with the sun crowned with twelve starsD
The spotted moon her footstool she hath madeE
The dragon her assaults fills her with jarsD
Yet rests she under her Beloved's shadeE
But whence was she what is her pedigreeF
Was not her father a poor AmoriteE
What was her mother but as others beF
A poor a wretched and a sinful HittiteE
Yea as for her the day that she was bornG
As loathsome out of doors they did her castE
Naked and filthy stinking and forlornG
This was her pedigree from first to lastE
Nor was she pitied in this estateE
All let her lie polluted in her bloodE
None her condition did commiserateE
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There was no heart that sought to do her goodE
Yet she unto these ornaments is comeH
Her breasts are fashioned her hair is grownI
She is made heiress of the best kingdomH
All her indignities away are blownI
Cast out she was but now she home is takenJ
Naked sometimesK
but now you see she's cloth'dE
Now made the darling though before forsakenJ
Barefoot but now as princes' daughters shodE
Instead of filth she now has her perfumesL
Instead of ignominy her chains of goldE
Instead of what the beauty most consumesL
Her beauty's perfect lovely to beholdE
Those that attend and wait upon her beF
Princes of honour clothed in white arrayM
Upon her head's a crown of gold and sheF
Eats wheat honey and oil from day to dayM
For her beloved he's the high'st of allN
The only Potentate the King of kingsO
Angels and men do him Jehovah callN
And from him life and glory always springsO
He's white and ruddy and of all the chiefP
His head his locks his eyes his hands and feetE
Do for completenessA
out go all beliefP
His cheeks like flowers are his mouth most sweetE
As for his wealth he is made heir of allN
What is in heaven what is on earth is hisQ
And he this lady his joint heir doth callN
Of all that shall be or at present isQ
Well lady well God has been good to theeF
Thou of an outcast now art made a queenR
Few or none may with thee compared beF
A beggar made thus high is seldom seenR
Take heed of pride remember what thou artE
By nature though thou hast in grace a shareS
Thou in thyself dost yet retain a partE
Of thine own filthiness wherefore bewareS

John Bunyan



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