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The Chapel Of The Hermits Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'I do believe and yet in grief	A
I pray for help to unbelief	A
For needful strength aside to lay	B
The daily cumberings of my way	B
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'I 'm sick at heart of craft and cant	C
Sick of the crazed enthusiast's rant	C
Profession's smooth hypocrisies	D
And creeds of iron and lives of ease	D
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'I ponder o'er the sacred word	E
I read the record of our Lord	F
And weak and troubled envy them	G
Who touched His seamless garment's hem	G
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'Who saw the tears of love He wept	H
Above the grave where Lazarus slept	H
And heard amidst the shadows dim	I
Of Olivet His evening hymn	I
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'How blessed the swineherd's low estate	J
The beggar crouching at the gate	J
The leper loathly and abhorred	F
Whose eyes of flesh beheld the Lord	F
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'O sacred soil His sandals pressed	K
Sweet fountains of His noonday rest	K
O light and air of Palestine	L
Impregnate with His life divine	L
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'Oh bear me thither Let me look	M
On Siloa's pool and Kedron's brook	M
Kneel at Gethsemane and by	N
Gennesaret walk before I die	N
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'Methinks this cold and northern night	O
Would melt before that Orient light	O
And wet by Hermon's dew and rain	P
My childhood's faith revive again '	-
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So spake my friend one autumn day	B
Where the still river slid away	B
Beneath us and above the brown	Q
Red curtains of the woods shut down	Q
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Then said I for I could not brook	M
The mute appealing of his look	M
'I too am weak and faith is small	R
And blindness happeneth unto all	R
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'Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight	O
Through present wrong the eternal right	O
And step by step since time began	S
I see the steady gain of man	S
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'That all of good the past hath had	T
Remains to make our own time glad	T
Our common daily life divine	L
And every land a Palestine	L
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'Thou weariest of thy present state	J
What gain to thee time's holiest date	J
The doubter now perchance had been	U
As High Priest or as Pilate then	V
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'What thought Chorazin's scribes What faith	W
In Him had Nain and Nazareth	X
Of the few followers whom He led	Y
One sold Him all forsook and fled	Y
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'O friend we need nor rock nor sand	Z
Nor storied stream of Morning Land	Z
The heavens are glassed in Merrimac	A2
What more could Jordan render back	A2
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'We lack but open eye and ear	B2
To find the Orient's marvels here	B2
The still small voice in autumn's hush	C2
Yon maple wood the burning bush	D2
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'For still the new transcends the old	E2
In signs and tokens manifold	E2
Slaves rise up men the olive waves	D
With roots deep set in battle graves	D
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'Through the harsh noises of our day	B
A low sweet prelude finds its way	B
Through clouds of doubt and creeds of fear	F2
A light is breaking calm and clear	F2
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'That song of Love now low and far	G2
Erelong shall swell from star to star	G2
That light the breaking day which tips	D
The golden spired Apocalypse '	-
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Then when my good friend shook his head	Y
And sighing sadly smiled I said	Y
'Thou mind'st me of a story told	E2
In rare Bernardin's leaves of gold '	-
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And while the slanted sunbeams wove	A
The shadows of the frost stained grove	A
And picturing all the river ran	S
O'er cloud and wood I thus began	S
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In Mount Valerien's chestnut wood	H2
The Chapel of the Hermits stood	H2
And thither at the close of day	B
Came two old pilgrims worn and gray	B
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One whose impetuous youth defied	I2
The storms of Baikal's wintry side	I2
And mused and dreamed where tropic day	B
Flamed o'er his lost Virginia's bay	B
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His simple tale of love and woe	J2
All hearts had melted high or low	J2
A blissful pain a sweet distress	D
Immortal in its tenderness	D
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Yet while above his charmed page	K2
Beat quick the young heart of his age	K2
He walked amidst the crowd unknown	L2
A sorrowing old man strange and lone	L2
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A homeless troubled age the gray	B
Pale setting of a weary day	B
Too dull his ear for voice of praise	D
Too sadly worn his brow for bays	D
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Pride lust of power and glory slept	H
Yet still his heart its young dream kept	H
And wandering like the deluge dove	A
Still sought the resting place of love	A
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And mateless childless envied more	M2
The peasant's welcome from his door	M2
By smiling eyes at eventide	H
Than kingly gifts or lettered pride	H
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Until in place of wife and child	H
All pitying Nature on him smiled	H
And gave to him the golden keys	D
To all her inmost sanctities	D
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Mild Druid of her wood paths dim	I
She laid her great heart bare to him	I
Its loves and sweet accords he saw	D
The beauty of her perfect law	D
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The language of her signs lie knew	N2
What notes her cloudy clarion blew	N2
The rhythm of autumn's forest dyes	D
The hymn of sunset's painted skies	D
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And thus he seemed to hear the song	O2
Which swept of old the stars along	O2
And to his eyes the earth once more	M2
Its fresh and primal beauty wore	M2
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Who sought with him from summer air	P2
And field and wood a balm for care	P2
And bathed in light of sunset skies	D
His tortured nerves and weary eyes	D
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His fame on all the winds had flown	L2
His words had shaken crypt and throne	L2
Like fire on camp and court and cell	Q2
They dropped and kindled as they fell	Q2
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Beneath the pomps of state below	J2
The mitred juggler's masque and show	J2
A prophecy a vague hope ran	S
His burning thought from man to man	S
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For peace or rest too well he saw	D
The fraud of priests the wrong of law	D
And felt how hard between the two	N2
Their breath of pain the millions drew	N2
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A prophet utterance strong and wild	H
The weakness of an unweaned child	H
A sun bright hope for human kind	H
And self despair in him combined	H
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He loathed the false yet lived not true	N2
To half the glorious truths he knew	N2
The doubt the discord and the sin	U
He mourned without he felt within	U
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Untrod by him the path he showed	H
Sweet pictures on his easel glowed	H
Of simple faith and loves of home	R2
And virtue's golden days to come	S2
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But weakness shame and folly made	H
The foil to all his pen portrayed	H
Still where his dreamy splendors shone	L2
The shadow of himself was thrown	L2
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Lord what is man whose thought at times	D
Up to Thy sevenfold brightness climbs	D
While still his grosser instinct clings	D
To earth like other creeping things	D
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So rich in words in acts so mean	T2
So high so low chance swung between	T2
The foulness of the penal pit	H
And Truth's clear sky millennium lit	H
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Vain pride of star lent genius vain	P
Quick fancy and creative brain	P
Unblest by prayerful sacrifice	D
Absurdly great or weakly wise	D
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Midst yearnings for a truer life	A
Without were fears within was strife	A
And still his wayward act denied	H
The perfect good for which he sighed	H
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The love he sent forth void returned	H
The fame that crowned him scorched and burned	H
Burning yet cold and drear and lone	L2
A fire mount in a frozen zone	L2
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Like that the gray haired sea king passed	H
Seen southward from his sleety mast	H
About whose brows of changeless frost	H
A wreath of flame the wild winds tossed	H
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Far round the mournful beauty played	H
Of lambent light and purple shade	H
Lost on the fixed and dumb despair	P2
Of frozen earth and sea and air	P2
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A man apart unknown unloved	H
By those whose wrongs his soul had moved	H
He bore the ban of Church and State	H
The good man's fear the bigot's hate	H
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Forth from the city's noise and throng	O2
Its pomp and shame its sin and wrong	O2
The twain that summer day had strayed	H
To Mount Valerien's chestnut shade	H
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To them the green fields and the wood	H
Lent something of their quietude	H
And golden tinted sunset seemed	H
Prophetical of all they dreamed	H
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The hermits from their simple cares	D
The bell was calling home to prayers	D
And listening to its sound the twain	P
Seemed lapped in childhood's trust again	V
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Wide open stood the chapel door	M2
A sweet old music swelling o'er	U2
Low prayerful murmurs issued thence	D
The Litanies of Providence	D
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Then Rousseau spake 'Where two or three	V2
In His name meet He there will be '	-
And then in silence on their knees	D
They sank beneath the chestnut trees	D
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As to the blind returning light	H
As	D