Daniel Wheeler Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O Dearly lovedA
And worthy of our love No moreB
Thy aged form shall rise beforeB
The bushed and waiting worshiperC
In meek obedience utterance givingD
To words of truth so fresh and livingD
That even to the inward senseE
They bore unquestioned evidenceF
Of an anointed MessengerC
Or bowing down thy silver hairG
In reverent awfulness of prayerG
The world its time and sense shut outH
The brightness of Faith's holy tranceI
Gathered upon thy countenanceF
As if each lingering cloud of doubtH
The cold dark shadows resting hereJ
In Time's unluminous atmosphereK
Were lifted by an angel's handL
And through them on thy spiritual eyeM
Shone down the blessedness on highM
The glory of the Better LandL
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The oak has fallenN
While meet for no good work the vineO
May yet its worthless branches twineO
Who knoweth not that with thee fellP
A great man in our IsraelQ
Fallen while thy loins were girded stillR
Thy feet with Zion's dews still wetS
And in thy hand retaining yetS
The pilgrim's staff and scallop shellP
Unharmed and safe where wild and freeT
Across the Neva's cold morassU
The breezes from the Frozen SeaT
With winter's arrowy keenness passU
Or where the unwarning tropic galeV
Smote to the waves thy tattered sailV
Or where the noon hour's fervid heatW
Against Tahiti's mountains beatW
The same mysterious Hand which gaveX
Deliverance upon land and waveX
Tempered for thee the blasts which blewY
Ladaga's frozen surface o'erC
And blessed for thee the baleful dewY
Of evening upon Eimeo's shoreB
Beneath this sunny heaven of oursZ
Midst our soft airs and opening flowersZ
Hath given thee a graveX
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His will be doneN
Who seeth not as man whose wayA2
Is not as ours 'T is well with theeT
Nor anxious doubt nor dark dismayA2
Disquieted thy closing dayA2
But evermore thy soul could sayA2
'My Father careth still for me '-
Called from thy hearth and home from herC
The last bud on thy household treeT
The last dear one to ministerC
In duty and in love to theeT
From all which nature holdeth dearK
Feeble with years and worn with painB2
To seek our distant land againC2
Bound in the spirit yet unknowingD
The things which should befall thee hereJ
Whether for labor or for deathD2
In childlike trust serenely goingD
To that last trial of thy faithE2
Oh far awayA2
Where never shines our Northern starF2
On that dark waste which Balboa sawG2
From Darien's mountains stretching farF2
So strange heaven broad and lone that thereG
With forehead to its damp wind bareG
He bent his mailed knee in aweH2
In many an isle whose coral feetW
The surges of that ocean beatW
In thy palm shadows OahuY
And Honolulu's silver bayA2
Amidst Owyhee's hills of blueY
And taro plains of TooboonaiC2
Are gentle hearts which long shall beT
Sad as our own at thought of theeT
Worn sowers of Truth's holy seedI2
Whose souls in weariness and needI2
Were strengthened and refreshed by thineC2
For blessed by our Father's handL
Was thy deep love and tender careG
Thy ministry and fervent prayerG
Grateful as Eshcol's clustered vineC2
To Israel in a weary landL
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And they who drewY
By thousands round thee in the hourC
Of prayerful waiting hushed and deepJ2
That He who bade the islands keepJ2
Silence before Him might renewY
Their strength with His unslumbering powerC
They too shall mourn that thou art goneC2
That nevermore thy aged lipK2
Shall soothe the weak the erring warnC2
Of those who first rejoicing heardL2
Through thee the Gospel's glorious wordL2
Seals of thy true apostleshipK2
And if the brightest diademM2
Whose gems of glory purely burnC2
Around the ransomed ones in blissN2
Be evermore reserved for themM2
Who here through toil and sorrow turnC2
Many to righteousnessO2
May we not think of thee as wearingD
That star like crown of light and bearingD
Amidst Heaven's white and blissful bandL
Th' unfading palm branch in thy handL
And joining with a seraph's tongueP2
In that new song the elders sungP2
Ascribing to its blessed GiverC
Thanksgiving love and praise foreverC
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FarewellP
And though the ways of Zion mournC2
When her strong ones are called awayA2
Who like thyself have calmly borneC2
The heat and burden of the dayA2
Yet He who slumbereth not nor sleepethT
His ancient watch around us keepethT
Still sent from His creating handL
New witnesses for Truth shall standL
New instruments to sound abroadQ2
The Gospel of a risen LordR2
To gather to the fold once moreB
The desolate and gone astrayA2
The scattered of a cloudy dayA2
And Zion's broken walls restoreB
And through the travail and the toilS2
Of true obedience ministerC
Beauty for ashes and the oilS2
Of joy for mourning unto herC
So shall her holy bounds increaseT2
With walls of praise and gates of peaceT2
So shall the Vine which martyr tearsU2
And blood sustained in other yearsV2
With fresher life be clothed uponC2
And to the world in beauty showW2
Like the rose plant of JerichoW2
And glorious as LebanonC2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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