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 F2F2D2D2D2D2BBAAD2D2I | A |
'Encore un hymne O ma lyre | B |
Un hymn pour le Seigneur | B |
Un hymne dans mon delire | B |
Un hymne dans mon bonheur ' | C |
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One hymn more O my lyre | B |
Praise to the God above | D |
Of joy and life and love | D |
Sweeping its strings of fire | B |
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Oh who the speed of bird and wind | E |
And sunbeam's glance will lend to me | F |
That soaring upward I may find | E |
My resting place and home in Thee | F |
Thou whom my soul midst doubt and gloom | G |
Adoreth with a fervent flame | H |
Mysterious spirit unto whom | G |
Pertain nor sign nor name | H |
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Swiftly my lyre's soft murmurs go | I |
Up from the cold and joyless earth | J |
Back to the God who bade them flow | I |
Whose moving spirit sent them forth | K |
But as for me O God for me | F |
The lowly creature of Thy will | L |
Lingering and sad I sigh to Thee | F |
An earth bound pilgrim still | L |
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Was not my spirit born to shine | M |
Where yonder stars and suns are glowing | N |
To breathe with them the light divine | M |
From God's own holy altar flowing | N |
To be indeed whate'er the soul | O |
In dreams hath thirsted for so long | P |
A portion of heaven's glorious whole | O |
Of loveliness and song | P |
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Oh watchers of the stars at night | Q |
Who breathe their fire as we the air | B |
Suns thunders stars and rays of light | Q |
Oh say is He the Eternal there | B |
Bend there around His awful throne | R |
The seraph's glance the angel's knee | F |
Or are thy inmost depths His own | R |
O wild and mighty sea | F |
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Thoughts of my soul how swift ye go | I |
Swift as the eagle's glance of fire | B |
Or arrows from the archer's bow | S |
To the far aim of your desire | B |
Thought after thought ye thronging rise | T |
Like spring doves from the startled wood | U |
Bearing like them your sacrifice | V |
Of music unto God | W |
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And shall these thoughts of joy and love | D |
Come back again no more to me | F |
Returning like the patriarch's dove | D |
Wing weary from the eternal sea | F |
To bear within my longing arms | X |
The promise bough of kindlier skies | T |
Plucked from the green immortal palms | Y |
Which shadow Paradise | V |
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All moving spirit freely forth | K |
At Thy command the strong wind goes | Z |
Its errand to the passive earth | J |
Nor art can stay nor strength oppose | Z |
Until it folds its weary wing | N |
Once more within the hand divine | M |
So weary from its wandering | N |
My spirit turns to Thine | M |
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Child of the sea the mountain stream | A2 |
From its dark caverns hurries on | B2 |
Ceaseless by night and morning's beam | A2 |
By evening's star and noontide's sun | C2 |
Until at last it sinks to rest | D2 |
O'erwearied in the waiting sea | F |
And moans upon its mother's breast | D2 |
So turns my soul to Thee | F |
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O Thou who bidst the torrent flow | I |
Who lendest wings unto the wind | E |
Mover of all things where art Thou | S |
Oh whither shall I go to find | E |
The secret of Thy resting place | E2 |
Is there no holy wing for me | F |
That soaring I may search the space | E2 |
Of highest heaven for Thee | F |
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Oh would I were as free to rise | T |
As leaves on autumn's whirlwind borne | F2 |
The arrowy light of sunset skies | T |
Or sound or ray or star of morn | F2 |
Which melts in heaven at twilight's close | G2 |
Or aught which soars unchecked and free | F |
Through earth and heaven that I might lose | H2 |
Myself in finding Thee | F |
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II | A |
LE CRI DE L'AME | H |
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'Quand le souffle divin qui flotte sur le monde ' | - |
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When the breath divine is flowing | N |
Zephyr like o'er all things going | N |
And as the touch of viewless fingers | I2 |
Softly on my soul it lingers | I2 |
Open to a breath the lightest | J2 |
Conscious of a touch the slightest | J2 |
As some calm still lake whereon | F2 |
Sinks the snowy bosomed swan | F2 |
And the glistening water rings | K2 |
Circle round her moving wings | K2 |
When my upward gaze is turning | N |
Where the stars of heaven are burning | N |
Through the deep and dark abyss | L2 |
Flowers of midnight's wilderness | M2 |
Blowing with the evening's breath | N2 |
Sweetly in their Maker's path | O2 |
When the breaking day is flushing | N |
All the east and light is gushing | N |
Upward through the horizon's haze | P2 |
Sheaf like with its thousand rays | P2 |
Spreading until all above | D |
Overflows with joy and love | D |
And below on earth's green bosom | Q2 |
All is changed to light and blossom | Q2 |
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When my waking fancies over | B |
Forms of brightness flit and hover | B |
Holy as the seraphs are | B |
Who by Zion's fountains wear | B |
On their foreheads white and broad | R2 |
'Holiness unto the Lord ' | - |
When inspired with rapture high | A |
It would seem a single sigh | A |
Could a world of love create | S2 |
That my life could know no date | S2 |
And my eager thoughts could fill | L |
Heaven and Earth o'erflowing still | L |
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Then O Father Thou alone | F2 |
From the shadow of Thy throne | F2 |
To the sighing of my breast | D2 |
And its rapture answerest | D2 |
All my thoughts which upward winging | N |
Bathe where Thy own light is springing | N |
All my yearnings to be free | F |
Are at echoes answering Thee | F |
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Seldom upon lips of mine | F2 |
Father rests that name of Thine | F2 |
Deep within my inmost breast | D2 |
In the secret place of mind | D2 |
Like an awful presence shrined | D2 |
Doth the dread idea rest | D2 |
Hushed and holy dwells it there | B |
Prompter of the silent prayer | B |
Lifting up my spirit's eye | A |
And its faint but earnest cry | A |
From its dark and cold abode | D2 |
Unto Thee my Guide and God | D2 |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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