The Mantle Of St. John De Matha. A Legend Of Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGAHIJFKLKACMC NOPOQRSRTUVUWXOXWYZJ FXA2JAHB2HWC2D2JFE2X JVF2WF2F2WG2WH2I2J2I 2NK2WK2WWD2WZL2ZL2ZM 2N2M2F2O2P2O2ZWB2WWQ 2R2Q2F2YXYYS2T2S2F2W YWFXVXFWDWA STRONG and mighty Angel | A |
Calm terrible and bright | B |
The cross in blended red and blue | C |
Upon his mantle white | B |
Two captives by him kneeling | D |
Each on his broken chain | E |
Sang praise to God who raiseth | F |
The dead to life again | G |
Dropping his cross wrought mantle | A |
'Wear this ' the Angel said | H |
'Take thou O Freedom's priest its sign | I |
The white the blue and red ' | J |
Then rose up John de Matha | F |
In the strength the Lord Christ gave | K |
And begged through all the land of France | L |
The ransom of the slave | K |
The gates of tower and castle | A |
Before him open flew | C |
The drawbridge at his coming fell | M |
The door bolt backward drew | C |
For all men owned his errand | N |
And paid his righteous tax | O |
And the hearts of lord and peasant | P |
Were in his hands as wax | O |
At last outbound from Tunis | Q |
His bark her anchor weighed | R |
Freighted with seven score Christian souls | S |
Whose ransom he had paid | R |
But torn by Paynim hatred | T |
Her sails in tatters hung | U |
And on the wild waves rudderless | V |
A shattered hulk she swung | U |
'God save us ' cried the captain | W |
'For naught can man avail | X |
Oh woe betide the ship that lacks | O |
Her rudder and her sail | X |
'Behind us are the Moormen | W |
At sea we sink or strand | Y |
There's death upon the water | Z |
There's death upon the land ' | J |
Then up spake John de Matha | F |
'God's errands never fail | X |
Take thou the mantle which I wear | A2 |
And make of it a sail ' | J |
They raised the cross wrought mantle | A |
The blue the white the red | H |
And straight before the wind off shore | B2 |
The ship of Freedom sped | H |
'God help us ' cried the seamen | W |
'For vain is mortal skill | C2 |
The good ship on a stormy sea | D2 |
Is drifting at its will ' | J |
Then up spake John de Matha | F |
'My mariners never fear | E2 |
The Lord whose breath has filled her sail | X |
May well our vessel steer ' | J |
So on through storm and darkness | V |
They drove for weary hours | F2 |
And lo the third gray morning shone | W |
On Ostia's friendly towers | F2 |
And on the walls the watchers | F2 |
The ship of mercy knew | W |
They knew far off its holy cross | G2 |
The red the white and blue | W |
And the bells in all the steeples | H2 |
Rang out in glad accord | I2 |
To welcome home to Christian soil | J2 |
The ransomed of the Lord | I2 |
So runs the ancient legend | N |
By bard and painter told | K2 |
And lo the cycle rounds again | W |
The new is as the old | K2 |
With rudder foully broken | W |
And sails by traitors torn | W |
Our country on a midnight sea | D2 |
Is waiting for the morn | W |
Before her nameless terror | Z |
Behind the pirate foe | L2 |
The clouds are black above her | Z |
The sea is white below | L2 |
The hope of all who suffer | Z |
The dread of all who wrong | M2 |
She drifts in darkness and in storm | N2 |
How long O Lord how long | M2 |
But courage O my mariners | F2 |
Ye shall not suffer wreck | O2 |
While up to God the freedman's prayers | P2 |
Are rising from your deck | O2 |
Is not your sail the banner | Z |
Which God hath blest anew | W |
The mantle that De Matha wore | B2 |
The red the white the blue | W |
Its hues are all of heaven | W |
The red of sunset's dye | Q2 |
The whiteness of the moon lit cloud | R2 |
The blue of morning's sky | Q2 |
Wait cheerily then O mariners | F2 |
For daylight and for land | Y |
The breath of God is in your sail | X |
Your rudder is His hand | Y |
Sail on sail on deep freighted | Y |
With blessings and with hopes | S2 |
The saints of old with shadowy hands | T2 |
Are pulling at your ropes | S2 |
Behind ye holy martyrs | F2 |
Uplift the palm and crown | W |
Before ye unborn ages send | Y |
Their benedictions down | W |
Take heart from John de Matha | F |
God's errands never fail | X |
Sweep on through storm and darkness | V |
The thunder and the hail | X |
Sail on The morning cometh | F |
The port ye yet shall win | W |
And all the bells of God shall ring | D |
The good ship bravely in | W |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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