Miriam Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOPPQQRRSSBB TTUVWWXXYZA2A2BBB2B2 C2C2C2C2D2D2C2C2WWC2 C2C2C2E2E2F2F2G2G2H2 I2J2J2K2K2L2L2M2M2 EEBBN2N2I2M2O2B2P2Q2 C2C2R2R2 C2C2C2C2S2T2U2V2W2W2 X2X2C2C2C2C2C2C2C2C2 C2C2 Y2Z2C2C2C2C2A3A3B3B3 C2C2C3C3C2C2U2U2U2D3 D3E3E3U2U2U2U2BBF3F3 C2C2G3G3 U2U2MMU2U2C2C2U2U2H3 H3U2U2U2U2U2U2K2K2I3 I3U2U2J3J3W C2C2E3E3BBZZC2C2K3L3 II M3C2U2U2C2C2C2C2BBC2 C2C2C2 A3A3IIBBC2C2C2C2E3E3 X| One Sabbath day my friend and I | A |
| After the meeting quietly | B |
| Passed from the crowded village lanes | C |
| White with dry dust for lack of rains | C |
| And climbed the neighboring slope with feet | D |
| Slackened and heavy from the heat | D |
| Although the day was wellnigh done | E |
| And the low angle of the sun | E |
| Along the naked hillside cast | F |
| Our shadows as of giants vast | F |
| We reached at length the topmost swell | G |
| Whence either way the green turf fell | G |
| In terraces of nature down | H |
| To fruit hung orchards and the town | H |
| With white pretenceless houses tall | I |
| Church steeples and o'ershadowing all | I |
| Huge mills whose windows had the look | J |
| Of eager eyes that ill could brook | J |
| The Sabbath rest We traced the track | K |
| Of the sea seeking river back | K |
| Glistening for miles above its mouth | L |
| Through the long valley to the south | L |
| And looking eastward cool to view | M |
| Stretched the illimitable blue | M |
| Of ocean from its curved coast line | N |
| Sombred and still the warm sunshine | N |
| Filled with pale gold dust all the reach | O |
| Of slumberous woods from hill to beach | O |
| Slanted on walls of thronged retreats | P |
| From city toil and dusty streets | P |
| On grassy bluff and dune of sand | Q |
| And rocky islands miles from land | Q |
| Touched the far glancing sails and showed | R |
| White lines of foam where long waves flowed | R |
| Dumb in the distance In the north | S |
| Dim through their misty hair looked forth | S |
| The space dwarfed mountains to the sea | B |
| From mystery to mystery | B |
| - | |
| So sitting on that green hill slope | T |
| We talked of human life its hope | T |
| And fear and unsolved doubts and what | U |
| It might have been and yet was not | V |
| And when at last the evening air | W |
| Grew sweeter for the bells of prayer | W |
| Ringing in steeples far below | X |
| We watched the people churchward go | X |
| Each to his place as if thereon | Y |
| The true shekinah only shone | Z |
| And my friend queried how it came | A2 |
| To pass that they who owned the same | A2 |
| Great Master still could not agree | B |
| To worship Him in company | B |
| Then broadening in his thought he ran | B2 |
| Over the whole vast field of man | B2 |
| The varying forms of faith and creed | C2 |
| That somehow served the holders' need | C2 |
| In which unquestioned undenied | C2 |
| Uncounted millions lived and died | C2 |
| The bibles of the ancient folk | D2 |
| Through which the heart of nations spoke | D2 |
| The old moralities which lent | C2 |
| To home its sweetness and content | C2 |
| And rendered possible to bear | W |
| The life of peoples everywhere | W |
| And asked if we who boast of light | C2 |
| Claim not a too exclusive right | C2 |
| To truths which must for all be meant | C2 |
| Like rain and sunshine freely sent | C2 |
| In bondage to the letter still | E2 |
| We give it power to cramp and kill | E2 |
| To tax God's fulness with a scheme | F2 |
| Narrower than Peter's house top dream | F2 |
| His wisdom and his love with plans | G2 |
| Poor and inadequate as man's | G2 |
| It must be that He witnesses | H2 |
| Somehow to all men that He is | I2 |
| That something of His saving grace | J2 |
| Reaches the lowest of the race | J2 |
| Who through strange creed and rite may draw | K2 |
| The hints of a diviner law | K2 |
| We walk in clearer light but then | L2 |
| Is He not God are they not men | L2 |
| Are His responsibilities | M2 |
| For us alone and not for these | M2 |
| - | |
| And I made answer 'Truth is one | E |
| And in all lands beneath the sun | E |
| Whoso hath eyes to see may see | B |
| The tokens of its unity | B |
| No scroll of creed its fulness wraps | N2 |
| We trace it not by school boy maps | N2 |
| Free as the sun and air it is | I2 |
| Of latitudes and boundaries | M2 |
| In Vedic verse in dull Koran | O2 |
| Are messages of good to man | B2 |
| The angels to our Aryan sires | P2 |
| Talked by the earliest household fires | Q2 |
| The prophets of the elder day | C2 |
| The slant eyed sages of Cathay | C2 |
| Read not the riddle all amiss | R2 |
| Of higher life evolved from this | R2 |
| - | |
| 'Nor doth it lessen what He taught | C2 |
| Or make the gospel Jesus brought | C2 |
| Less precious that His lips retold | C2 |
| Some portion of that truth of old | C2 |
| Denying not the proven seers | S2 |
| The tested wisdom of the years | T2 |
| Confirming with his own impress | U2 |
| The common law of righteousness | V2 |
| We search the world for truth we cull | W2 |
| The good the pure the beautiful | W2 |
| From graven stone and written scroll | X2 |
| From all old flower fields of the soul | X2 |
| And weary seekers of the best | C2 |
| We come back laden from our quest | C2 |
| To find that all the sages said | C2 |
| Is in the Book our mothers read | C2 |
| And all our treasure of old thought | C2 |
| In His harmonious fulness wrought | C2 |
| Who gathers in one sheaf complete | C2 |
| The scattered blades of God's sown wheat | C2 |
| The common growth that maketh good | C2 |
| His all embracing Fatherhood | C2 |
| - | |
| 'Wherever through the ages rise | Y2 |
| The altars of self sacrifice | Z2 |
| Where love its arms has opened wide | C2 |
| Or man for man has calmly died | C2 |
| I see the same white wings outspread | C2 |
| That hovered o'er the Master's head | C2 |
| Up from undated time they come | A3 |
| The martyr souls of heathendom | A3 |
| And to His cross and passion bring | B3 |
| Their fellowship of suffering | B3 |
| I trace His presence in the blind | C2 |
| Pathetic gropings of my kind | C2 |
| In prayers from sin and sorrow wrung | C3 |
| In cradle hymns of life they sung | C3 |
| Each in its measure but a part | C2 |
| Of the unmeasured Over Heart | C2 |
| And with a stronger faith confess | U2 |
| The greater that it owns the less | U2 |
| Good cause it is for thankfulness | U2 |
| That the world blessing of His life | D3 |
| With the long past is not at strife | D3 |
| That the great marvel of His death | E3 |
| To the one order witnesseth | E3 |
| No doubt of changeless goodness wakes | U2 |
| No link of cause and sequence breaks | U2 |
| But one with nature rooted is | U2 |
| In the eternal verities | U2 |
| Whereby while differing in degree | B |
| As finite from infinity | B |
| The pain and loss for others borne | F3 |
| Love's crown of suffering meekly worn | F3 |
| The life man giveth for his friend | C2 |
| Become vicarious in the end | C2 |
| Their healing place in nature take | G3 |
| And make life sweeter for their sake | G3 |
| - | |
| 'So welcome I from every source | U2 |
| The tokens of that primal Force | U2 |
| Older than heaven itself yet new | M |
| As the young heart it reaches to | M |
| Beneath whose steady impulse rolls | U2 |
| The tidal wave of human souls | U2 |
| Guide comforter and inward word | C2 |
| The eternal spirit of the Lord | C2 |
| Nor fear I aught that science brings | U2 |
| From searching through material things | U2 |
| Content to let its glasses prove | H3 |
| Not by the letter's oldness move | H3 |
| The myriad worlds on worlds that course | U2 |
| The spaces of the universe | U2 |
| Since everywhere the Spirit walks | U2 |
| The garden of the heart and talks | U2 |
| With man as under Eden's trees | U2 |
| In all his varied languages | U2 |
| Why mourn above some hopeless flaw | K2 |
| In the stone tables of the law | K2 |
| When scripture every day afresh | I3 |
| Is traced on tablets of the flesh | I3 |
| By inward sense by outward signs | U2 |
| God's presence still the heart divines | U2 |
| Through deepest joy of Him we learn | J3 |
| In sorest grief to Him we turn | J3 |
| And reason stoops its pride to share | W |
| The child like instinct of a prayer ' | - |
| - | |
| And then as is my wont I told | C2 |
| A story of the days of old | C2 |
| Not found in printed books in sooth | E3 |
| A fancy with slight hint of truth | E3 |
| Showing how differing faiths agree | B |
| In one sweet law of charity | B |
| Meanwhile the sky had golden grown | Z |
| Our faces in its glory shone | Z |
| But shadows down the valley swept | C2 |
| And gray below the ocean slept | C2 |
| As time and space I wandered o'er | K3 |
| To tread the Mogul's marble floor | L3 |
| And see a fairer sunset fall | I |
| On Jumna's wave and Agra's wall | I |
| - | |
| The good Shah Akbar peace be his alway | M3 |
| Came forth from the Divan at close of day | C2 |
| Bowed with the burden of his many cares | U2 |
| Worn with the hearing of unnumbered prayers | U2 |
| Wild cries for justice the importunate | C2 |
| Appeals of greed and jealousy and hate | C2 |
| And all the strife of sect and creed and rite | C2 |
| Santon and Gouroo waging holy fight | C2 |
| For the wise monarch claiming not to be | B |
| Allah's avenger left his people free | B |
| With a faint hope his Book scarce justified | C2 |
| That all the paths of faith though severed wide | C2 |
| O'er which the feet of prayerful reverence passed | C2 |
| Met at the gate of Paradise at last | C2 |
| - | |
| He sought an alcove of his cool hareem | A3 |
| Where far beneath he heard the Jumna's stream | A3 |
| Lapse soft and low along his palace wall | I |
| And all about the cool sound of the fall | I |
| Of fountains and of water circling free | B |
| Through marble ducts along the balcony | B |
| The voice of women in the distance sweet | C2 |
| And sweeter still of one who at his feet | C2 |
| Soothed his tired ear with songs of a far land | C2 |
| Where Tagus shatters on the salt sea sand | C2 |
| The mirror of its cork grown hills of drouth | E3 |
| And vales of vine at Lisbon's harbor mouth | E3 |
| - | |
| The date palms rustled no | X |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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