The Familist's Hymn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE FGFGHIHI JBKBLBLB MNMNLOLO BBBBBBBB BBBBPQPG RSTSLOLO UBVBWXYX ZBZBCXAX SA2SA2EOEO B2C2B2C2BOBO

Father to Thy suffering poorA
Strength and grace and faith impartB
And with Thy own love restoreC
Comfort to the broken heartB
Oh the failing ones confirmD
With a holier strength of zealE
Give Thou not the feeble wormD
Helpless to the spoiler's heelE
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Father for Thy holy sakeF
We are spoiled and hunted thusG
Joyful for Thy truth we takeF
Bonds and burthens unto usG
Poor and weak and robbed of allH
Weary with our daily taskI
That Thy truth may never fallH
Through our weakness Lord we askI
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Round our fired and wasted homesJ
Flits the forest bird unscaredB
And at noon the wild beast comesK
Where our frugal meal was sharedB
For the song of praises thereL
Shrieks the crow the livelong dayB
For the sound of evening prayerL
Howls the evil beast of preyB
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Sweet the songs we loved to singM
Underneath Thy holy skyN
Words and tones that used to bringM
Tears of joy in every eyeN
Dear the wrestling hours of prayerL
When we gathered knee to kneeO
Blameless youth and hoary hairL
Bowed O God alone to TheeO
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As Thine early children LordB
Shared their wealth and daily breadB
Even so with one accordB
We in love each other fedB
Not with us the miser's hoardB
Not with us his grasping handB
Equal round a common boardB
Drew our meek and brother bandB
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Safe our quiet Eden layB
When the war whoop stirred the landB
And the Indian turned awayB
From our home his bloody handB
Well that forest ranger sawP
That the burthen and the curseQ
Of the white man's cruel lawP
Rested also upon usG
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Torn apart and driven forthR
To our toiling hard and longS
Father from the dust of earthT
Lift we still our grateful songS
Grateful that in bonds we shareL
In Thy love which maketh freeO
Joyful that the wrongs we bearL
Draw us nearer Lord to TheeO
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Grateful that where'er we toilU
By Wachuset's wooded sideB
On Nantucket's sea worn isleV
Or by wild Neponset's tideB
Still in spirit we are nearW
And our evening hymns which riseX
Separate and discordant hereY
Meet and mingle in the skiesX
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Let the scoffer scorn and mockZ
Let the proud and evil priestB
Rob the needy of his flockZ
For his wine cup and his feastB
Redden not Thy bolts in storeC
Through the blackness of Thy skiesX
For the sighing of the poorA
Wilt Thou not at length ariseX
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Worn and wasted oh how longS
Shall thy trodden poor complainA2
In Thy name they bear the wrongS
In Thy cause the bonds of painA2
Melt oppression's heart of steelE
Let the haughty priesthood seeO
And their blinded followers feelE
That in us they mock at TheeO
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In Thy time O Lord of hostsB2
Stretch abroad that hand to saveC2
Which of old on Egypt's coastsB2
Smote apart the Red Sea's waveC2
Lead us from this evil landB
From the spoiler set us freeO
And once more our gathered bandB
Heart to heart shall worship TheeO

John Greenleaf Whittier



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