Hymns From The French Of Lamartine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBC BDDB EFEFGHGH IJIKFLFL MNMNOPOP QBQBRFRF IBSBTUVW DFDFXTYV KZJZNMNM A2B2A2C2D2FD2F IESEE2FE2F TF2TF2G2FH2F AH NNI2I2J2J2F2F2K2K2NN L2M2N2O2NNP2P2DDQ2Q2 BBBBR2 AAS2S2LL F2F2D2D2NNFF F2F2D2D2D2D2BBAAD2D2

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'Encore un hymne O ma lyreB
Un hymn pour le SeigneurB
Un hymne dans mon delireB
Un hymne dans mon bonheur 'C
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One hymn more O my lyreB
Praise to the God aboveD
Of joy and life and loveD
Sweeping its strings of fireB
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Oh who the speed of bird and windE
And sunbeam's glance will lend to meF
That soaring upward I may findE
My resting place and home in TheeF
Thou whom my soul midst doubt and gloomG
Adoreth with a fervent flameH
Mysterious spirit unto whomG
Pertain nor sign nor nameH
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Swiftly my lyre's soft murmurs goI
Up from the cold and joyless earthJ
Back to the God who bade them flowI
Whose moving spirit sent them forthK
But as for me O God for meF
The lowly creature of Thy willL
Lingering and sad I sigh to TheeF
An earth bound pilgrim stillL
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Was not my spirit born to shineM
Where yonder stars and suns are glowingN
To breathe with them the light divineM
From God's own holy altar flowingN
To be indeed whate'er the soulO
In dreams hath thirsted for so longP
A portion of heaven's glorious wholeO
Of loveliness and songP
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Oh watchers of the stars at nightQ
Who breathe their fire as we the airB
Suns thunders stars and rays of lightQ
Oh say is He the Eternal thereB
Bend there around His awful throneR
The seraph's glance the angel's kneeF
Or are thy inmost depths His ownR
O wild and mighty seaF
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Thoughts of my soul how swift ye goI
Swift as the eagle's glance of fireB
Or arrows from the archer's bowS
To the far aim of your desireB
Thought after thought ye thronging riseT
Like spring doves from the startled woodU
Bearing like them your sacrificeV
Of music unto GodW
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And shall these thoughts of joy and loveD
Come back again no more to meF
Returning like the patriarch's doveD
Wing weary from the eternal seaF
To bear within my longing armsX
The promise bough of kindlier skiesT
Plucked from the green immortal palmsY
Which shadow ParadiseV
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All moving spirit freely forthK
At Thy command the strong wind goesZ
Its errand to the passive earthJ
Nor art can stay nor strength opposeZ
Until it folds its weary wingN
Once more within the hand divineM
So weary from its wanderingN
My spirit turns to ThineM
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Child of the sea the mountain streamA2
From its dark caverns hurries onB2
Ceaseless by night and morning's beamA2
By evening's star and noontide's sunC2
Until at last it sinks to restD2
O'erwearied in the waiting seaF
And moans upon its mother's breastD2
So turns my soul to TheeF
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O Thou who bidst the torrent flowI
Who lendest wings unto the windE
Mover of all things where art ThouS
Oh whither shall I go to findE
The secret of Thy resting placeE2
Is there no holy wing for meF
That soaring I may search the spaceE2
Of highest heaven for TheeF
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Oh would I were as free to riseT
As leaves on autumn's whirlwind borneF2
The arrowy light of sunset skiesT
Or sound or ray or star of mornF2
Which melts in heaven at twilight's closeG2
Or aught which soars unchecked and freeF
Through earth and heaven that I might loseH2
Myself in finding TheeF
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LE CRI DE L'AMEH
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'Quand le souffle divin qui flotte sur le monde '-
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When the breath divine is flowingN
Zephyr like o'er all things goingN
And as the touch of viewless fingersI2
Softly on my soul it lingersI2
Open to a breath the lightestJ2
Conscious of a touch the slightestJ2
As some calm still lake whereonF2
Sinks the snowy bosomed swanF2
And the glistening water ringsK2
Circle round her moving wingsK2
When my upward gaze is turningN
Where the stars of heaven are burningN
Through the deep and dark abyssL2
Flowers of midnight's wildernessM2
Blowing with the evening's breathN2
Sweetly in their Maker's pathO2
When the breaking day is flushingN
All the east and light is gushingN
Upward through the horizon's hazeP2
Sheaf like with its thousand raysP2
Spreading until all aboveD
Overflows with joy and loveD
And below on earth's green bosomQ2
All is changed to light and blossomQ2
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When my waking fancies overB
Forms of brightness flit and hoverB
Holy as the seraphs areB
Who by Zion's fountains wearB
On their foreheads white and broadR2
'Holiness unto the Lord '-
When inspired with rapture highA
It would seem a single sighA
Could a world of love createS2
That my life could know no dateS2
And my eager thoughts could fillL
Heaven and Earth o'erflowing stillL
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Then O Father Thou aloneF2
From the shadow of Thy throneF2
To the sighing of my breastD2
And its rapture answerestD2
All my thoughts which upward wingingN
Bathe where Thy own light is springingN
All my yearnings to be freeF
Are at echoes answering TheeF
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Seldom upon lips of mineF2
Father rests that name of ThineF2
Deep within my inmost breastD2
In the secret place of mindD2
Like an awful presence shrinedD2
Doth the dread idea restD2
Hushed and holy dwells it thereB
Prompter of the silent prayerB
Lifting up my spirit's eyeA
And its faint but earnest cryA
From its dark and cold abodeD2
Unto Thee my Guide and GodD2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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