Andrew Rykman-s Prayer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Andrew Rykman's dead and goneA
You can see his leaning slateB
In the graveyard and thereonA
Read his name and dateB
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Trust is truer than our fearsC
Runs the legend through the mossD
Gain is not in added yearsC
Nor in death is lossD
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Still the feet that thither trodE
All the friendly eyes are dimF
Only Nature now and GodE
Have a care for himF
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There the dews of quiet fallG
Singing birds and soft winds strayH
Shall the tender Heart of allG
Be less kind than theyH
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What he was and what he isI
They who ask may haply findJ
If they read this prayer of hisI
Which he left behindJ
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Pardon Lord the lips that dareK
Shape in words a mortal's prayerK
Prayer that when my day is doneL
And I see its setting sunL
Shorn and beamless cold and dimF
Sink beneath the horizon's rimF
When this ball of rock and clayH
Crumbles from my feet awayH
And the solid shores of senseM
Melt into the vague immenseM
Father I may come to TheeN
Even with the beggar's pleaN
As the poorest of Thy poorO
With my needs and nothing moreP
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Not as one who seeks his homeQ
With a step assured I comeR
Still behind the tread I hearS
Of my life companion FearT
Still a shadow deep and vastU
From my westering feet is castU
Wavering doubtful undefinedJ
Never shapen nor outlinedJ
From myself the fear has grownV
And the shadow is my ownV
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Yet O Lord through all a senseM
Of Thy tender providenceW
Stays my failing heart on TheeN
And confirms the feeble kneeN
And at times my worn feet pressX
Spaces of cool quietnessY
Lilied whiteness shone uponZ
Not by light of moon or sunL
Hours there be of inmost calmA2
Broken but by grateful psalmB2
When I love Thee more than fear TheeN
And Thy blessed Christ seems near meN
With forgiving look as whenC2
He beheld the MagdalenL
Well I know that all things moveD2
To the spheral rhythm of loveE2
That to Thee O Lord of allG
Nothing can of chance befallG
Child and seraph mote and starF2
Well Thou knowest what we areF2
Through Thy vast creative planG2
Looking from the worm to manG2
There is pity in Thine eyesH2
But no hatred nor surpriseH2
Not in blind caprice of willI2
Not in cunning sleight of skillI2
Not for show of power was wroughtJ2
Nature's marvel in Thy thoughtJ2
Never careless hand and vainK2
Smites these chords of joy and painK2
No immortal selfishnessY
Plays the game of curse and blessX
Heaven and earth are witnessesL2
That Thy glory goodness isI
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Not for sport of mind and forceM2
Hast Thou made Thy universeN2
But as atmosphere and zoneV
Of Thy loving heart aloneV
Man who walketh in a showO2
Sees before him to and froO2
Shadow and illusion goO2
All things flow and fluctuateB
Now contract and now dilateB
In the welter of this seaN
Nothing stable is but TheeN
In this whirl of swooning tranceP2
Thou alone art permanenceW
All without Thee only seemsQ2
All beside is choice of dreamsQ2
Never yet in darkest moodR2
Doubted I that Thou wast goodS2
Nor mistook my will for fateB
Pain of sin for heavenly hateB
Never dreamed the gates of pearlT2
Rise from out the burning marlT2
Or that good can only liveU2
Of the bad conservativeV2
And through counterpoise of hellT2
Heaven alone be possibleT2
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For myself alone I doubtW2
All is well I know withoutW2
I alone the beauty marF2
I alone the music jarF2
Yet with hands by evil stainedX2
And an ear by discord painedX2
I am groping for the keysY2
Of the heavenly harmoniesY2
Still within my heart I bearK
Love for all things good and fairK
Hands of want or souls in painK2
Have not sought my door in vainK2
I have kept my fealty goodS2
To the human brotherhoodS2
Scarcely have I asked in prayerK
That which others might not shareK
I who hear with secret shameZ2
Praise that paineth more than blameZ2
Rich alone in favors lentA3
Virtuous by accidentB3
Doubtful where I fain would restC3
Frailest where I seem the bestC3
Only strong for lack of testC3
What am I that I should pressX
Special pleas of selfishnessY
Coolly mounting into heavenL
On my neighbor unforgivenL
Ne'er to me howe'er disguisedD3
Comes a saint unrecognizedD3
Never fails my heart to greetE3
Noble deed with warmer beatE3
Halt and maimed I own not lessX
All the grace of holinessY
Nor through shame or self distrustF3
Less I love the pure and justF3
Lord forgive these words of mineG3
What have I that is not ThineG3
Whatsoe'er I fain would boastH3
Needs Thy pitying pardon mostH3
Thou O Elder Brother whoI3
In Thy flesh our trial knewI3
Thou who hast been touched by theseY2
Our most sad infirmitiesY2
Thou alone the gulf canst spanG2
In the dual heart of manG2
And between the soul and senseM
Reconcile all differenceW
Change the dream of me and mineG3
For the truth of Thee and ThineG3
And through chaos doubt and strifeJ3
Interfuse Thy calm of lifeJ3
Haply thus by Thee renewedR2
In Thy borrowed goodness goodS2
Some sweet morning yet in God'sK3
Dim veonian periodsL3
Joyful I shall wake to seeN
Those I love who rest in TheeN
And to them in Thee alliedM3
Shall my soul be satisfiedM3
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Scarcely Hope hath shaped for meN
What the future life may beN
Other lips may well be boldN3
Like the publican of oldN3
I can only urge the pleaN
'Lord be merciful to me '-
Nothing of desert I claimZ2
Unto me belongeth shameZ2
Not for me the crowns of goldN3
Palms and harpings manifoldN3
Not for erring eye and feetE3
Jasper wall and golden streetE3
What thou wilt O Father give IO3
All is gain that I receiveP3
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If my voice I may not raiseQ3
In the elders' song of praiseQ3
If I may not sin defiledE3
Claim my birthright as a childE3
Suffer it that I to TheeN
As an hired servant beN
Let the lowliest task be mineG3
Grateful so the work be ThineG3
Let me find the humblest placeR3
In the shadow of Thy graceR3
Blest to me were any spotE3
Where temptation whispers notE3
If there be some weaker oneL
Give me strength to help him onZ
If a blinder soul there beN
Let me guide him nearer TheeN
Make my mortal dreams come trueI3
With the work I fain would doI3
Clothe with life the weak intentE3
Let me be the thing I meantE3
Let me find in Thy employT2
Peace that dearer is than joyT2
Out of self to love be ledE3
And to heaven acclimatedE3
Until all things sweet and goodE3
Seem my natural habitudeE3
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So we read the prayer of himF
Who with John of LabadieE3
Trod of old the oozy rimF
Of the Zuyder ZeeE3
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Thus did Andrew Rykman prayH
Are we wiser better grownV
That we may not in our dayH
Make his prayer our ownV

John Greenleaf Whittier



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