A Litany Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IA
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THE FATHERB
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FATHER of Heaven and Him by whomC
It and us for it and all else for usD
Thou madest and govern'st ever comeE
And re create me now grown ruinousD
My heart is by dejection clayF
And by self murder redG
From this red earth O Father purge awayF
All vicious tinctures that new fashionedH
I may rise up from death before I'm deadG
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IIA
THE SONI
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O Son of God who seeing two thingsJ
Sin and Death crept in which were never madeK
By bearing one tried'st with what stingsJ
The other could Thine heritage invadeK
O be Thou nail'd unto my heartL
And crucified againM
Part not from it though it from Thee would partL
But let it be by applying so Thy painN
Drown'd in Thy blood and in Thy passion slainN
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IIIA
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THE HOLY GHOSTO
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O Holy Ghost whose temple IA
Am but of mud walls and condens d dustP
And being sacrilegiouslyF
Half wasted with youth's fires of pride and lustP
Must with new storms be weather beatQ
Double in my heart Thy flameR
Which let devout sad tears intend and letS
Though this glass lanthorn flesh do suffer maimR
Fire sacrifice priest altar be the sameR
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IVT
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THE TRINITYU
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O blessed glorious TrinityU
Bones to philosophy but milk to faithV
Which as wise serpents diverselyF
Most slipperiness yet most entanglings hathW
As you distinguish'd undistinctU
By power love knowledge beU
Give me a such self different instinctU
Of these let all me elemented beU
Of power to love to know you unnumbered threeU
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VU
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THE VIRGIN MARYU
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For that fair blessed mother maidU
Whose flesh redeem'd us that she cherubinN
Which unlock'd paradise and madeU
One claim for innocence and disseiz d sinN
Whose womb was a strange heaven for thereX
God clothed Himself and grewY
Our zealous thanks we pour As her deeds wereB
Our helps so are her prayers nor can she sueY
In vain who hath such titles unto youY
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VIT
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THE ANGELSZ
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And since this life our nonage isA2
And we in wardship to Thine angels beU
Native in heaven's fair palacesB2
Where we shall be but denizen'd by TheeU
As th' earth conceiving by the sunN
Yields fair diversityU
Yet never knows what course that light doth runN
So let me study that mine actions beU
Worthy their sight though blind in how they seeU
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VIIT
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THE PATRIARCHSC2
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And let Thy patriarchs' desireB
Those great grandfathers of Thy Church which sawD2
More in the cloud than we in fireB
Whom nature clear'd more than us grace and lawD2
And now in heaven still pray that weU
May use our new helps rightU
Be satisfied and fructify in meU
Let not my mind be blinder by more lightU
Nor faith by reason added lose her sightU
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VIIIT
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THE PROPHETSE2
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Thy eagle sighted prophets tooY
Which were Thy Church's organs and did soundU
That harmony which made of twoY
One law and did unite but not confoundU
Those heavenly poets which did seeU
Thy will and it expressF2
In rhythmic feet in common pray for meU
That I by them excuse not my excessF2
In seeking secrets or poeticnessF2
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IXF2
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THE APOSTLESF2
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And thy illustrious zodiacG2
Of twelve apostles which engirt this AllF
From whom whosoever do not takeH2
Their light to dark deep pits throw down and fallF
As through their prayers Thou'st let me knowN
That their books are divineN
May they pray still and be heard that I goN
Th' old broad way in applying O declineN
Me when my comment would make Thy word mineN
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XF2
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THE MARTYRSF2
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And since Thou so desirouslyF
Didst long to die that long before Thou couldstU
And long since Thou no more couldst dieU
Thou in thy scatter'd mystic body wouldstU
In Abel die and ever sinceF2
In Thine let their blood comeE
To beg for us a discreet patienceF2
Of death or of worse life for O to someE
Not to be martyrs is a martyrdomE
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XIF2
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THE CONFESSORSF2
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Therefore with Thee triumpheth thereX
A virgin squadron of white confessorsF2
Whose bloods betroth'd not married wereB
Tender'd not taken by those ravishersF2
They know and pray that we may knowN
In every ChristianN
Hourly tempestuous persecutions growN
Temptations martyr us alive a manN
Is to himself a DiocletianN
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XIIF2
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THE VIRGINSF2
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The cold white snowy nunneryF2
Which as Thy Mother their high abbess sentU
Their bodies back again to TheeF2
As Thou hadst lent them clean and innocentU
Though they have not obtain'd of TheeF2
That or Thy Church or IU
Should keep as they our first integrityF2
Divorce Thou sin in us or bid it dieU
And call chaste widowhead virginityF2
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XIIIF2
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THE DOCTORSF2
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The sacred academy aboveT
Of Doctors whose pains have unclasp'd and taughtU
Both books of life to us for loveT
To know Thy scriptures tells us we are wroteU
In Thy other book pray for us thereX
That what they have misdoneN
Or missaid we to that may not adhereI2
Their zeal may be our sin Lord let us runN
Mean ways and call them stars but not the sunN
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XIVT
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And whilst this universal quireJ2
That Church in triumph this in warfare hereK2
Warm'd with one all partaking fireB
Of love that none be lost which cost Thee dearI2
Prays ceaselessly and Thou hearken tooU
Since to be graciousF2
Our task is treble to pray bear and doU
Hear this prayer Lord O Lord deliver usF2
From trusting in those prayers though pour'd outU
thusF2
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XVT
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From being anxious or secureL2
Dead clods of sadness or light squibs of mirthM2
From thinking that great courts immureL2
All or no happiness or that this earthM2
Is only for our prison framedU
Or that Thou'rt covetousF2
To them whom Thou lovest or that they are maim'dU
From reaching this world's sweet who seek TheeF2
thusF2
With all their might good Lord deliver usF2
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XVIT
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From needing danger to be goodU
From owing Thee yesterday's tears to dayU
From trusting so much to Thy bloodU
That in that hope we wound our soul awayU
From bribing Thee with alms to excuseF2
Some sin more burdenousF2
From light affecting in religion newsF2
From thinking us all soul neglecting thusF2
Our mutual duties Lord deliver usF2
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XVIIT
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From tempting Satan to tempt usF2
By our connivance or slack companyF2
From measuring ill by viciousF2
Neglecting to choke sin's spawn vanityF2
From indiscreet humilityF2
Which might be scandalousF2
And cast reproach on ChristianityF2
From being spies or to spies perviousF2
From thirst or scorn of fame deliver usF2
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XVIIIT
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Deliver us through Thy descentU
Into the Virgin whose womb was a placeF2
Of middle kind and Thou being sentU
To ungracious us stay'dst at her full of graceF2
And through Thy poor birth where first ThouN2
Glorified'st povertyF2
And yet soon after riches didst allowN2
By accepting kings' gifts in th' EpiphanyF2
Deliver us and make us to both ways freeF2
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XIXF2
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And through that bitter agonyF2
Which is still th' agony of pious witsF2
Disputing what distorted TheeF2
And interrupted evenness with fitsF2
And through Thy free confessionN
Though thereby they were thenN
Made blind so that Thou mightst from them have goneN
Good Lord deliver us and teach us whenN
We may not and we may blind unjust menN
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XXF2
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Through Thy submitting all to blowsF2
Thy face Thy robes to spoil Thy fame to scornN
All ways which rage or justice knowsF2
And by which Thou couldst show that Thou wast bornN
And through Thy gallant humblenessF2
Which Thou in death didst showN
Dying before Thy soul they could expressF2
Deliver us from death by dying soN
To this world ere this world do bid us goN
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XXIN
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When senses which Thy soldiers areL2
We arm against Thee and they fight for sinN
When want sent but to tame doth warL2
And work despair a breach to enter inN
When plenty God's image and sealF
Makes us idolatrousN

John Donne



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