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 EPLPTo day the plant by Williams set | A |
Its summer bloom discloses | B |
The wilding sweethrier of his prayers | C |
Is crowned with cultured roses | B |
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Once more the Island State repeats | D |
The lesson that he taught her | E |
And binds his pearl of charity | F |
Upon her brown locked daughter | E |
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Is 't fancy that he watches still | G |
His Providence plantations | H |
That still the careful Founder takes | I |
A part on these occasions | H |
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Methinks I see that reverend form | J |
Which all of us so well know | K |
He rises up to speak he jogs | L |
The presidential elbow | K |
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'Good friends ' he says 'you reap a field | M |
I sowed in self denial | N |
For toleration had its griefs | L |
And charity its trial | N |
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'Great grace as saith Sir Thomas More | O |
To him must needs be given | P |
Who heareth heresy and leaves | L |
The heretic to Heaven | P |
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'I hear again the snuffled tones | L |
I see in dreary vision | P |
Dyspeptic dreamers spiritual bores | L |
And prophets with a mission | P |
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'Each zealot thrust before my eyes | L |
His Scripture garbled label | N |
All creeds were shouted in my ears | L |
As with the tongues of Babel | N |
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'Scourged at one cart tail each denied | Q |
The hope of every other | E |
Each martyr shook his branded fist | R |
At the conscience of his brother | E |
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'How cleft the dreary drone of man | S |
The shriller pipe of woman | P |
As Gorton led his saints elect | T |
Who held all things in common | P |
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'Their gay robes trailed in ditch and swamp | U |
And torn by thorn and thicket | V |
The dancing girls of Merry Mount | W |
Came dragging to my wicket | X |
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'Shrill Anabaptists shorn of ears | L |
Gray witch wives hobbling slowly | F |
And Antinomians free of law | Y |
Whose very sins were holy | F |
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'Hoarse ranters crazed Fifth Monarchists | L |
Of stripes and bondage braggarts | L |
Pale Churchmen with singed rubrics snatched | Z |
From Puritanic fagots | L |
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'And last not least the Quakers came | A2 |
With tongues still sore from burning | B2 |
The Bay State's dust from off their feet | C2 |
Before my threshold spurning | B2 |
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'A motley host the Lord's debris | L |
Faith's odds and ends together | E |
Well might I shrink from guests with lungs | L |
Tough as their breeches leather | E |
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'If when the hangman at their heels | L |
Came rope in hand to catch them | D2 |
I took the hunted outcasts in | E2 |
I never sent to fetch them | D2 |
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'I fed but spared them not a whit | V |
I gave to all who walked in | E2 |
Not clams and succotash alone | F2 |
But stronger meat of doctrine | P |
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'I proved the prophets false I pricked | G2 |
The bubble of perfection | P |
And clapped upon their inner light | H2 |
The snuffers of election | P |
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'And looking backward on my times | L |
This credit I am taking | B2 |
I kept each sectary's dish apart | I2 |
No spiritual chowder making | B2 |
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'Where now the blending signs of sect | T |
Would puzzle their assorter | E |
The dry shod Quaker kept the land | J2 |
The Baptist held the water | E |
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'A common coat now serves for both | K2 |
The hat's no more a fixture | E |
And which was wet and which was dry | E |
Who knows in such a mixture | E |
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'Well He who fashioned Peter's dream | L2 |
To bless them all is able | N |
And bird and beast and creeping thing | B2 |
Make clean upon His table | N |
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'I walked by my own light but when | M2 |
The ways of faith divided | N2 |
Was I to force unwilling feet | C2 |
To tread the path that I did | O2 |
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'I touched the garment hem of truth | P2 |
Yet saw not all its splendor | E |
I knew enough of doubt to feel | Q2 |
For every conscience tender | E |
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'God left men free of choice as when | M2 |
His Eden trees were planted | N2 |
Because they chose amiss should I | E |
Deny the gift He granted | N2 |
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'So with a common sense of need | R2 |
Our common weakness feeling | B2 |
I left them with myself to God | S2 |
And His all gracious dealing | B2 |
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'I kept His plan whose rain and sun | P |
To tare and wheat are given | P |
And if the ways to hell were free | E |
I left then free to heaven ' | - |
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Take heart with us O man of old | T2 |
Soul freedom's brave confessor | E |
So love of God and man wax strong | U2 |
Let sect and creed be lesser | E |
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The jarring discords of thy day | V2 |
In ours one hymn are swelling | B2 |
The wandering feet the severed paths | L |
All seek our Father's dwelling | B2 |
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And slowly learns the world the truth | P2 |
That makes us all thy debtor | E |
That holy life is more than rite | H2 |
And spirit more than letter | E |
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That they who differ pole wide serve | W2 |
Perchance the common Master | E |
And other sheep He hath than they | V2 |
Who graze one narrow pasture | E |
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For truth's worst foe is he who claims | L |
To act as God's avenger | E |
And deems beyond his sentry beat | C2 |
The crystal walls in danger | E |
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Who sets for heresy his traps | L |
Of verbal quirk and quibble | N |
And weeds the garden of the Lord | X2 |
With Satan's borrowed dibble | N |
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To day our hearts like organ keys | L |
One Master's touch are feeling | B2 |
The branches of a common Vine | Y2 |
Have only leaves of healing | B2 |
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Co workers yet from varied fields | L |
We share this restful nooning | B2 |
The Quaker with the Baptist here | E |
Believes in close communing | B2 |
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Forgive dear saint the playful tone | F2 |
Too light for thy deserving | B2 |
Thanks for thy generous faith in man | S |
Thy trust in God unswerving | B2 |
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Still echo in the hearts of men | M2 |
The words that thou hast spoken | P |
No forge of hell can weld again | M2 |
The fetters thou hast broken | P |
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The pilgrim needs a pass no more | E |
From Roman or Genevan | P |
Thought free no ghostly tollman keeps | L |
Henceforth the road to Heaven | P |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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