The Hermit Of Thebaid Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDF GHGH IJKJ LMLM NONO PQPQ RSRS TOUO VWVW WXWX JYJ ZJA2J B2C2B2C2 QWQ D2E2D2 F2G2F2G2 H2I2H2I2 JWJ WJ2WJ2 K2L2L2L2 WWWW M2VM2V WJWJ N2 N2 O2P2O2 Q2L2Q2L2 WR2W WL2WL2

O strong upwelling prayers of faithA
From inmost founts of life ye startB
The spirit's pulse the vital breathC
Of soul and heartB
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From pastoral toil from traffic's dinD
Alone in crowds at home abroadE
Unheard of man ye enter inD
The ear of GodF
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Ye brook no forced and measured tasksG
Nor weary rote nor formal chainsH
The simple heart that freely asksG
In love obtainsH
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For man the living temple isI
The mercy seat and cherubimJ
And all the holy mysteriesK
He bears with himJ
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And most avails the prayer of loveL
Which wordless shapes itself in needsM
And wearies Heaven for naught aboveL
Our common needsM
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Which brings to God's all perfect willN
That trust of His undoubting childO
Whereby all seeming good and illN
Are reconciledO
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And seeking not for special signsP
Of favor is content to fallQ
Within the providence which shinesP
And rains on allQ
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Alone the Thebaid hermit leanedR
At noontime o'er the sacred wordS
Was it an angel or a fiendR
Whose voice be heardS
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It broke the desert's hush of aweT
A human utterance sweet and mildO
And looking up the hermit sawU
A little childO
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A child with wonder widened eyesV
O'erawed and troubled by the sightW
Of hot red sands and brazen skiesV
And anchoriteW
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''What dost thou here poor man No shadeW
Of cool green palms nor grass nor wellX
Nor corn nor vines ' The hermit saidW
'With God I dwellX
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'Alone with Him in this great calmJ
I live not by the outward senseY
My Nile his love my sheltering palmJ
His providence '-
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The child gazed round him 'Does God liveZ
Here only where the desert's rimJ
Is green with corn at morn and eveA2
We pray to HimJ
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'My brother tills beside the NileB2
His little field beneath the leavesC2
My sisters sit and spin the whileB2
My mother weavesC2
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'And when the millet's ripe heads fallQ
And all the bean field hangs in podW
My mother smiles and says that allQ
Are gifts from God '-
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Adown the hermit's wasted cheeksD2
Glistened the flow of human tearsE2
'Dear Lord ' he said 'Thy angel speaksD2
Thy servant hears '-
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Within his arms the child he tookF2
And thought of home and life with menG2
And all his pilgrim feet forsookF2
Returned againG2
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The palmy shadows cool and longH2
The eyes that smiled through lavish locksI2
Home's cradle hymn and harvest songH2
And bleat of flocksI2
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'O child ' he said 'thou teachest meJ
There is no place where God is notW
That love will make where'er it beJ
A holy spot '-
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He rose from off the desert sandW
And leaning on his staff of thornJ2
Went with the young child hand in handW
Like night with mornJ2
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They crossed the desert's burning lineK2
And heard the palm tree's rustling fanL2
The Nile bird's cry the low of kineL2
And voice of manL2
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Unquestioning his childish guideW
He followed as the small hand ledW
To where a woman gentle eyedW
Her distaff fedW
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She rose she clasped her truant boyM2
She thanked the stranger with her eyesV
The hermit gazed in doubt and joyM2
And dumb surpriseV
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And to with sudden warmth and lightW
A tender memory thrilled his frameJ
New born the world lost anchoriteW
A man becameJ
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'O sister of El Zara's raceN2
Behold me had we not one mother '-
She gazed into the stranger's faceN2
'Thou art my brother '-
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'And when to share our evening mealO2
She calls the stranger at the doorP2
She says God fills the hands that dealO2
Food to the poor '-
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'O kin of blood Thy life of useQ2
And patient trust is more than mineL2
And wiser than the gray recluseQ2
This child of thineL2
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'For taught of him whom God hath sentW
That toil is praise and love is prayerR2
I come life's cares and pains contentW
With thee to share '-
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Even as his foot the threshold crossedW
The hermit's better life beganL2
Its holiest saint the Thebaid lostW
And found a manL2

John Greenleaf Whittier



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