A Spiritual Manifestation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKLK MNLN OPLP LPLP LNLN QERE SPTP UVWX LFYF LLZL A2B2C2B2 LELE LD2E2D2 VE2F2P G2PH2P LB2I2B2 TEJ2E K2EEE L2NB2N M2N2C2O2 P2EQ2E M2N2EN2 R2B2S2B2 PPE T2EU2E V2B2LB2 P2EH2E W2EV2E LEC2E LNX2N LB2Y2B2 LB2EB2 F2B2SB2 M2PM2P EPLP

To day the plant by Williams setA
Its summer bloom disclosesB
The wilding sweethrier of his prayersC
Is crowned with cultured rosesB
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Once more the Island State repeatsD
The lesson that he taught herE
And binds his pearl of charityF
Upon her brown locked daughterE
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Is 't fancy that he watches stillG
His Providence plantationsH
That still the careful Founder takesI
A part on these occasionsH
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Methinks I see that reverend formJ
Which all of us so well knowK
He rises up to speak he jogsL
The presidential elbowK
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'Good friends ' he says 'you reap a fieldM
I sowed in self denialN
For toleration had its griefsL
And charity its trialN
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'Great grace as saith Sir Thomas MoreO
To him must needs be givenP
Who heareth heresy and leavesL
The heretic to HeavenP
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'I hear again the snuffled tonesL
I see in dreary visionP
Dyspeptic dreamers spiritual boresL
And prophets with a missionP
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'Each zealot thrust before my eyesL
His Scripture garbled labelN
All creeds were shouted in my earsL
As with the tongues of BabelN
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'Scourged at one cart tail each deniedQ
The hope of every otherE
Each martyr shook his branded fistR
At the conscience of his brotherE
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'How cleft the dreary drone of manS
The shriller pipe of womanP
As Gorton led his saints electT
Who held all things in commonP
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'Their gay robes trailed in ditch and swampU
And torn by thorn and thicketV
The dancing girls of Merry MountW
Came dragging to my wicketX
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'Shrill Anabaptists shorn of earsL
Gray witch wives hobbling slowlyF
And Antinomians free of lawY
Whose very sins were holyF
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'Hoarse ranters crazed Fifth MonarchistsL
Of stripes and bondage braggartsL
Pale Churchmen with singed rubrics snatchedZ
From Puritanic fagotsL
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'And last not least the Quakers cameA2
With tongues still sore from burningB2
The Bay State's dust from off their feetC2
Before my threshold spurningB2
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'A motley host the Lord's debrisL
Faith's odds and ends togetherE
Well might I shrink from guests with lungsL
Tough as their breeches leatherE
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'If when the hangman at their heelsL
Came rope in hand to catch themD2
I took the hunted outcasts inE2
I never sent to fetch themD2
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'I fed but spared them not a whitV
I gave to all who walked inE2
Not clams and succotash aloneF2
But stronger meat of doctrineP
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'I proved the prophets false I prickedG2
The bubble of perfectionP
And clapped upon their inner lightH2
The snuffers of electionP
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'And looking backward on my timesL
This credit I am takingB2
I kept each sectary's dish apartI2
No spiritual chowder makingB2
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'Where now the blending signs of sectT
Would puzzle their assorterE
The dry shod Quaker kept the landJ2
The Baptist held the waterE
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'A common coat now serves for bothK2
The hat's no more a fixtureE
And which was wet and which was dryE
Who knows in such a mixtureE
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'Well He who fashioned Peter's dreamL2
To bless them all is ableN
And bird and beast and creeping thingB2
Make clean upon His tableN
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'I walked by my own light but whenM2
The ways of faith dividedN2
Was I to force unwilling feetC2
To tread the path that I didO2
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'I touched the garment hem of truthP2
Yet saw not all its splendorE
I knew enough of doubt to feelQ2
For every conscience tenderE
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'God left men free of choice as whenM2
His Eden trees were plantedN2
Because they chose amiss should IE
Deny the gift He grantedN2
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'So with a common sense of needR2
Our common weakness feelingB2
I left them with myself to GodS2
And His all gracious dealingB2
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'I kept His plan whose rain and sunP
To tare and wheat are givenP
And if the ways to hell were freeE
I left then free to heaven '-
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Take heart with us O man of oldT2
Soul freedom's brave confessorE
So love of God and man wax strongU2
Let sect and creed be lesserE
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The jarring discords of thy dayV2
In ours one hymn are swellingB2
The wandering feet the severed pathsL
All seek our Father's dwellingB2
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And slowly learns the world the truthP2
That makes us all thy debtorE
That holy life is more than riteH2
And spirit more than letterE
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That they who differ pole wide serveW2
Perchance the common MasterE
And other sheep He hath than theyV2
Who graze one narrow pastureE
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For truth's worst foe is he who claimsL
To act as God's avengerE
And deems beyond his sentry beatC2
The crystal walls in dangerE
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Who sets for heresy his trapsL
Of verbal quirk and quibbleN
And weeds the garden of the LordX2
With Satan's borrowed dibbleN
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To day our hearts like organ keysL
One Master's touch are feelingB2
The branches of a common VineY2
Have only leaves of healingB2
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Co workers yet from varied fieldsL
We share this restful nooningB2
The Quaker with the Baptist hereE
Believes in close communingB2
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Forgive dear saint the playful toneF2
Too light for thy deservingB2
Thanks for thy generous faith in manS
Thy trust in God unswervingB2
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Still echo in the hearts of menM2
The words that thou hast spokenP
No forge of hell can weld againM2
The fetters thou hast brokenP
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The pilgrim needs a pass no moreE
From Roman or GenevanP
Thought free no ghostly tollman keepsL
Henceforth the road to HeavenP

John Greenleaf Whittier



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