A Sabbath Scene Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFGHGIJKKLGKG MGNGOEPEKOQRSEKOEGTG UGRGKVQVWEVOXEYEZGVG QGQGKGKGQQKQQEA2OKB2 OOC2QQQQKA2KVED2EE2G WGKEKEVB2F2WSCARCE had the solemn Sabbath bell | A |
Ceased quivering in the steeple | B |
Scarce had the parson to his desk | C |
Walked stately through his people | B |
When down the summer shaded street | D |
A wasted female figure | E |
With dusky brow and naked feet | D |
Came rushing wild and eager | E |
She saw the white spire through the trees | F |
She heard the sweet hymn swelling | G |
O pitying Christ a refuge give | H |
The poor one in Thy dwelling | G |
Like a scared fawn before the hounds | I |
Right up the aisle she glided | J |
While close behind her whip in hand | K |
A lank haired hunter strided | K |
She raised a keen and bitter cry | L |
To Heaven and Earth appealing | G |
Were manhood's generous pulses dead | K |
Had woman's heart no feeling | G |
A score of stout hands rose between | M |
The hunter and the flying | G |
Age clenched his staff and maiden eyes | N |
Flashed tearful yet defying | G |
'Who dares profane this house and day ' | O |
Cried out the angry pastor | E |
'Why bless your soul the wench's a slave | P |
And I'm her lord and master | E |
'I've law and gospel on my side | K |
And who shall dare refuse me ' | O |
Down came the parson bowing low | Q |
'My good sir pray excuse me | R |
'Of course I know your right divine | S |
To own and work and whip her | E |
Quick deacon throw that Polyglott | K |
Before the wench and trip her ' | O |
Plump dropped the holy tome and o'er | E |
Its sacred pages stumbling | G |
Bound hand and foot a slave once more | T |
The hapless wretch lay trembling | G |
I saw the parson tie the knots | U |
The while his flock addressing | G |
The Scriptural claims of slavery | R |
With text on text impressing | G |
'Although ' said he 'on Sabbath day | K |
All secular occupations | V |
Are deadly sins we must fulfil | Q |
Our moral obligations | V |
'And this commends itself as one | W |
To every conscience tender | E |
As Paul sent back Onesimus | V |
My Christian friends we send her ' | O |
Shriek rose on shriek the Sabbath air | X |
Her wild cries tore asunder | E |
I listened with hushed breath to hear | Y |
God answering with his thunder | E |
All still the very altar's cloth | Z |
Had smothered down her shrieking | G |
And dumb she turned from face to face | V |
For human pity seeking | G |
I saw her dragged along the aisle | Q |
Her shackles harshly clanking | G |
I heard the parson over all | Q |
The Lord devoutly thanking | G |
My brain took fire 'Is this ' I cried | K |
'The end of prayer and preaching | G |
Then down with pulpit down with priest | K |
And give us Nature's teaching | G |
'Foul shame and scorn be on ye all | Q |
Who turn the good to evil | Q |
And steal the Bible from the Lord | K |
To give it to the Devil | Q |
'Than garbled text or parchment law | Q |
I own a statute higher | E |
And God is true though every book | A2 |
And every man's a liar ' | O |
Just then I felt the deacon's hand | K |
In wrath my coat tail seize on | B2 |
I heard the priest cry 'Infidel ' | O |
The lawyer mutter 'Treason ' | O |
I started up where now were church | C2 |
Slave master priest and people | Q |
I only heard the supper bell | Q |
Instead of clanging steeple | Q |
But on the open window's sill | Q |
O'er which the white blooms drifted | K |
The pages of a good old Book | A2 |
The wind of summer lifted | K |
And flower and vine like angel wings | V |
Around the Holy Mother | E |
Waved softly there as if God's truth | D2 |
And Mercy kissed each other | E |
And freely from the cherry bough | E2 |
Above the casement swinging | G |
With golden bosom to the sun | W |
The oriole was singing | G |
As bird and flower made plain of old | K |
The lesson of the Teacher | E |
So now I heard the written Word | K |
Interpreted by Nature | E |
For to my ear methought the breeze | V |
Bore Freedom's blessed word on | B2 |
Thus saith the Lord Break every yoke | F2 |
Undo the heavy burden | W |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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