Questions Of Life Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A bending staff I would not breakA
A feeble faith I would not shakeA
Nor even rashly pluck awayB
The error which some truth may stayB
Whose loss might leave the soul withoutC
A shield against the shafts of doubtC
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And yet at times when over allD
A darker mystery seems to fallD
May God forgive the child of dustE
Who seeks to know where Faith should trustE
I raise the questions old and darkF
Of Uzdom's tempted patriarchF
And speech confounded build againG
The baffled tower of Shinar's plainH
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I am how little more I knowI
Whence came I Whither do I goI
A centred self which feels and isJ
A cry between the silencesJ
A shadow birth of clouds at strifeK
With sunshine on the hills of lifeK
A shaft from Nature's quiver castL
Into the Future from the PastL
Between the cradle and the shroudM
A meteor's flight from cloud to cloudM
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Thorough the vastness arching allD
I see the great stars rise and fallD
The rounding seasons come and goI
The tided oceans ebb and flowI
The tokens of a central forceN
Whose circles in their widening courseN
O'erlap and move the universeO
The workings of the law whence springsP
The rhythmic harmony of thingsP
Which shapes in earth the darkling sparQ
And orbs in heaven the morning starQ
Of all I see in earth and skyR
Star flower beast bird what part have IR
This conscious life is it the sameS
Which thrills the universal frameS
Whereby the caverned crystal shootsT
And mounts the sap from forest rootsT
Whereby the exiled wood bird tellsU
When Spring makes green her native dellsU
How feels the stone the pang of birthV
Which brings its sparkling prism forthW
The forest tree the throb which givesU
The life blood to its new born leavesU
Do bird and blossom feel like meX
Life's many folded mysteryX
The wonder which it is to beX
Or stand I severed and distinctY
From Nature's 'chain of life' unlinkedY
Allied to all yet not the lessU
Prisoned in separate consciousnessU
Alone o'erburdened with a senseU
Of life and cause and consequenceU
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In vain to me the Sphinx propoundsU
The riddle of her sights and soundsU
Back still the vaulted mystery givesU
The echoed question it receivesU
What sings the brook What oracleZ
Is in the pine tree's organ swellA2
What may the wind's low burden beX
The meaning of the moaning seaX
The hieroglyphics of the starsU
Or clouded sunset's crimson barsU
I vainly ask for mocks my skillB2
The trick of Nature's cipher stillB2
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I turn from Nature unto menG
I ask the stylus and the penG
What sang the bards of old What meantY
The prophets of the OrientY
The rolls of buried Egypt hidY
In painted tomb and pyramidY
What mean Idumea's arrowy linesU
Or dusk Elora's monstrous signsU
How speaks the primal thought of manC2
From the grim carvings of CopanC2
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Where rests the secret Where the keysU
Of the old death bolted mysteriesU
Alas the dead retain their trustY
Dust hath no answer from the dustY
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The great enigma still unguessedY
Unanswered the eternal questY
I gather up the scattered raysU
Of wisdom in the early daysU
Faint gleams and broken like the lightY
Of meteors in a northern nightY
Betraying to the darkling earthV
The unseen sun which gave them birthV
I listen to the sibyl's chantY
The voice of priest and hierophantY
I know what Indian Kreeshna saithV
And what of life and what of deathV
The demon taught to SocratesU
And what beneath his garden treesU
Slow pacing with a dream like treadY
The solemn thoughted Plato saidY
Nor lack I tokens great or smallD
Of God's clear light in each and allD
While holding with more dear regardY
The scroll of Hebrew seer and bardY
The starry pages promise litY
With Christ's Evangel over writY
Thy miracle of life and deathV
O Holy One of NazarethV
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On Aztec ruins gray and loneC2
The circling serpent coils in stoneC2
Type of the endless and unknownC2
Whereof we seek the clue to findY
With groping fingers of the blindY
Forever sought and never foundY
We trace that serpent symbol roundY
Our resting place our starting boundY
Oh thriftlessness of dream and guessU
Oh wisdom which is foolishnessU
Why idly seek from outward thingsU
The answer inward silence bringsU
Why stretch beyond our proper sphereD2
And age for that which lies so nearD2
Why climb the far off hills with painC2
A nearer view of heaven to gainC2
In lowliest depths of bosky dellsU
The hermit Contemplation dwellsU
A fountain's pine hung slope his seatY
And lotus twined his silent feetY
Whence piercing heaven with screened sightY
He sees at noon the stars whose lightY
Shall glorify the coining nightY
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Here let me pause my quest foregoI
Enough for me to feel and knowI
That He in whom the cause and endY
The past and future meet and blendY
Who girt with his ImmensitiesU
Our vast and star hung system seesU
Small as the clustered PleiadesU
Moves not alone the heavenly quiresU
But waves the spring time's grassy spiresU
Guards not archangel feet aloneC2
But deigns to guide and keep my ownC2
Speaks not alone the words of fateY
Which worlds destroy and worlds createY
But whispers in my spirit's earE2
In tones of love or warning fearD2
A language none beside may hearE2
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To Him from wanderings long and wildY
I come an over wearied childY
In cool and shade His peace to findY
Lice dew fall settling on my mindY
Assured that all I know is bestY
And humbly trusting for the restY
I turn from Fancy's cloud built schemeF2
Dark creed and mournful eastern dreamF2
Of power impersonal and coldY
Controlling all itself controlledY
Maker and slave of iron lawsU
Alike the subject and the causeU
From vain philosophies that tryR
The sevenfold gates of mysteryX
And baffled ever babble stillB2
Word prodigal of fate and willB2
From Nature and her mockery ArtY
And book and speech of men apartY
To the still witness in my heartY
With reverence waiting to beholdY
His Avatar of love untoldY
The Eternal Beauty new and oldY

John Greenleaf Whittier



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