The Cypress-tree Of Ceylon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FGAG HIJI KALA MNON APQP RSCS ATST UDVD AWXW YZAZ A2B2C2B2 D2CD2C EE2 AE2 F2G2C2H2 KRUR

THEY sat in silent watchfulnessA
The sacred cypress tree aboutB
And from beneath old wrinkled browsA
Their failing eyes looked outB
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Gray Age and Sickness waiting thereC
Through weary night and lingering dayD
Grim as the idols at their sideE
And motionless as theyD
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Unheeded in the boughs aboveF
The song of Ceylon's birds was sweetG
Unseen of them the island flowersA
Bloomed brightly at their feetG
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O'er them the tropic night storm sweptH
The thunder crashed on rock and hillI
The cloud fire on their eyeballs blazedJ
Yet there they waited stillI
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What was the world without to themK
The Moslem's sunset call the danceA
Of Ceylon's maids the passing gleamL
Of battle flag and lanceA
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They waited for that falling leafM
Of which the wandering Jogees singN
Which lends once more to wintry ageO
The greenness of its springN
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Oh if these poor and blinded onesA
In trustful patience wait to feelP
O'er torpid pulse and failing limbQ
A youthful freshness stealP
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Shall we who sit beneath that TreeR
Whose healing leaves of life are shedS
In answer to the breath of prayerC
Upon the waiting headS
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Not to restore our failing formsA
And build the spirit's broken shrineT
But on the fainting soul to shedS
A light and life divineT
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Shall we grow weary in our watchU
And murmur at the long delayD
Impatient of our Father's timeV
And His appointed wayD
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Or shall the stir of outward thingsA
Allure and claim the Christian's eyeW
When on the heathen watcher's earX
Their powerless murmurs dieW
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Alas a deeper test of faithY
Than prison cell or martyr's stakeZ
The self abasing watchfulnessA
Of silent prayer may makeZ
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We gird us bravely to rebukeA2
Our erring brother in the wrongB2
And in the ear of Pride and PowerC2
Our warning voice is strongB2
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Easier to smite with Peter's swordD2
Than 'watch one hour' in humbling prayerC
Life's 'great things ' like the Syrian lordD2
Our hearts can do and dareC
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But oh we shrink from Jordan's sideE
From waters which alone can saveE2
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And murmur for Abana's banksA
And Pharpar's brighter waveE2
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O Thou who in the garden's shadeF2
Didst wake Thy weary ones againG2
Who slumbered at that fearful hourC2
Forgetful of Thy painH2
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Bend o'er us now as over themK
And set our sleep bound spirits freeR
Nor leave us slumbering in the watchU
Our souls should keep with TheeR

John Greenleaf Whittier



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