The Mantle Of St. John De Matha. A Legend Of "the Red, White, And Blue," A. D. 1154-1864 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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

John Greenleaf Whittier

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