On The Death Of A Very Young Gentleman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFGGHHIJKKLL MNJJOOPPJJGGQQJJJJRR QQSTSJJEEUDFFAA

He who could view the book of destinyA
And read whatever there was writ of theeA
O charming youth in the first opening pageB
So many graces in so green an ageB
Such wit such modesty such strength of mindC
A soul at once so manly and so kindC
Would wonder when he turned the volume o'erD
And after some few leaves should find no moreE
Nought but a blank remain a dead void spaceF
A step of life that promised such a raceF
We must not dare not think that heaven beganG
A child and could not finish him a manG
Reflecting what a mighty store was laidH
Of rich materials and a model madeH
The cost already furnished so bestowedI
As more was never to one soul allowedJ
Yet after this profusion spent in vainK
Nothing but mouldering ashes to remainK
I guess not lest I split upon the shelfL
Yet durst I guess heaven kept it for himselfL
And giving us the use did soon recallM
Ere we could spare the mighty principalN
Thus then he disappeared was rarifiedJ
For 'tis improper speech to say he diedJ
He was exhaled his great Creator drewO
His spirit as the sun the morning dewO
'Tis sin produces death and he had noneP
But the taint Adam left on every sonP
He added not he was so pure so goodJ
'Twas but the original forfeit of his bloodJ
And that so little that the river ranG
More clear than the corrupted fount beganG
Nothing remained of the first muddy clayQ
The length of course had washed it in the wayQ
So deep and yet so clear we might beholdJ
The gravel bottom and that bottom goldJ
As such we loved admired almost adoredJ
Gave all the tribute mortals could affordJ
Perhaps we gave so much the powers aboveR
Grew angry at our superstitious loveR
For when we more than human homage payQ
The charming cause is justly snatched awayQ
Thus was the crime not his but ours aloneS
And yet we murmur that he went so soonT
Though miracles are short and rarely shownS
Learn then ye mournful parents and divideJ
That love in many which in one was tiedJ
That individual blessing is no moreE
But multiplied in your remaining storeE
The flame's dispersed but does not all expireU
The sparkles blaze though not the globe of fireD
Love him by parts in all your numerous raceF
And from those parts form one collected graceF
Then when you have refined to that degreeA
Imagine all in one and think that one is heA

John Dryden



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