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The Meeting Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The elder folks shook hands at last	A
Down seat by seat the signal passed	A
To simple ways like ours unused	B
Half solemnized and half amused	B
With long drawn breath and shrug my guest	C
His sense of glad relief expressed	C
Outside the hills lay warm in sun	D
The cattle in the meadow run	D
Stood half leg deep a single bird	E
The green repose above us stirred	E
'What part or lot have you ' he said	F
'In these dull rites of drowsy head	F
Is silence worship Seek it where	G
It soothes with dreams the summer air	G
Not in this close and rude benched hall	H
But where soft lights and shadows fall	H
And all the slow sleep walking hours	I
Glide soundless over grass and flowers	I
From time and place and form apart	J
Its holy ground the human heart	J
Nor ritual bound nor templeward	J
Walks the free spirit of the Lord	J
Our common Master did not pen	K
His followers up from other men	K
His service liberty indeed	J
He built no church He framed no creed	J
But while the saintly Pharisee	I
Made broader his phylactery	G
As from the synagogue was seen	L
The dusty sandalled Nazarene	L
Through ripening cornfields lead the way	M
Upon the awful Sabbath day	M
His sermons were the healthful talk	N
That shorter made the mountain walk	N
His wayside texts were flowers and birds	I
Where mingled with His gracious words	I
The rustle of the tamarisk tree	G
And ripple wash of Galilee '	O
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'Thy words are well O friend ' I said	J
'Unmeasured and unlimited	J
With noiseless slide of stone to stone	L
The mystic Church of God has grown	L
Invisible and silent stands	I
The temple never made with hands	I
Unheard the voices still and small	H
Of its unseen confessional	P
He needs no special place of prayer	G
Whose hearing ear is everywhere	G
He brings not back the childish days	I
That ringed the earth with stones of praise	I
Roofed Karnak's hall of gods and laid	J
The plinths of Phil e's colonnade	J
Still less He owns the selfish good	J
And sickly growth of solitude	J
The worthless grace that out of sight	J
Flowers in the desert anchorite	J
Dissevered from the suffering whole	Q
Love hath no power to save a soul	Q
Not out of Self the origin	L
And native air and soil of sin	L
The living waters spring and flow	R
The trees with leaves of healing grow	R
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'Dream not O friend because I seek	S
This quiet shelter twice a week	S
I better deem its pine laid floor	G
Than breezy hill or sea sung shore	G
But nature is not solitude	J
She crowds us with her thronging wood	J
Her many hands reach out to us	I
Her many tongues are garrulous	I
Perpetual riddles of surprise	I
She offers to our ears and eyes	I
She will not leave our senses still	T
But drags them captive at her will	T
And making earth too great for heaven	L
She hides the Giver in the given	L
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'And so I find it well to come	U
For deeper rest to this still room	V
For here the habit of the soul	Q
Feels less the outer world's control	Q
The strength of mutual purpose pleads	I
More earnestly our common needs	I
And from the silence multiplied	J
By these still forms on either side	J
The world that time and sense have known	L
Falls off and leaves us God alone	L
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'Yet rarely through the charmed repose	I
Unmixed the stream of motive flows	I
A flavor of its many springs	I
The tints of earth and sky it brings	I
In the still waters needs must be	G
Some shade of human sympathy	G
And here in its accustomed place	I
I look on memory's dearest face	I
The blind by sitter guesseth not	J
What shadow haunts that vacant spot	J
No eyes save mine alone can see	G
The love wherewith it welcomes me	G
And still with those alone my kin	L
In doubt and weakness want and sin	L
I bow my head my heart I bare	G
As when that face was living there	G
And strive too oft alas in vain	L
The peace of simple trust to gain	L
Fold fancy's restless wings and lay	M
The idols of my heart away	M
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'Welcome the silence all unbroken	L
Nor less the words of fitness spoken	L
Such golden words as hers for whom	V
Our autumn flowers have just made room	V
Whose hopeful utterance through and through	G
The freshness of the morning blew	G
Who loved not less the earth that light	J
Fell on it from the heavens in sight	J
But saw in all fair forms more fair	G
The Eternal beauty mirrored there	G
Whose eighty years but added grace	I
And saintlier meaning to her face	I
The look of one who bore away	M
Glad tidings from the hills of day	M
While all our hearts went forth to meet	J
The coming of her beautiful feet	J
Or haply hers whose pilgrim tread	J
Is in the paths where Jesus led	J
Who dreams her childhood's Sabbath dream	W
By Jordan's willow shaded stream	W
And of the hymns of hope and faith	X
Sung by the monks of Nazareth	Y
Hears pious echoes in the call	H
To prayer from Moslem minarets fall	H
Repeating where His works were wrought	J
The lesson that her Master taught	J
Of whom an elder Sibyl gave	Z
The prophecies of Cuma 's cave	Z
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'I ask no organ's soulless breath	A2
To drone the themes of life and death	A2
No altar candle lit by day	M
No ornate wordsman's rhetoric play	M
No cool philosophy to teach	B2
Its bland audacities of speech	B2
To double tasked idolaters	I
Themselves their gods and worshippers	I
No pulpit hammered by the fist	J
Of loud asserting dogmatist	J
Who borrows for the Hand of love	C2
The smoking thunderbolts of Jove	C2
I know how well the fathers taught	J
What work the later schoolmen wrought	J
I reverence old time faith and men	L
But God is near us now as then	L
His force of love is still unspent	J
His hate of sin as imminent	J
And still the measure of our needs	I
Outgrows the cramping bounds of creeds	I
The manna gathered yesterday	J
Already savors of decay	J
Doubts to the world's child heart unknown	L
Question us now from star and stone	L
Too little or too much we know	R
And sight is swift and faith is slow	R
The power is lost to self deceive	C2
With shallow forms of make believe	C2
W e walk at high noon and the bells	I
Call to a thousand oracles	I
But the sound deafens and the light	J
Is stronger than our dazzled sight	J
The letters of the sacred Book	D2
Glimmer and swim beneath our look	D2
Still struggles in the Age's breast	J
With deepening agony of quest	J
The old entreaty 'Art thou He	G
Or look we for the Christ to be '	-
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'God should be most where man is least	J
So where is neither church nor priest	J
And never rag of form or creed	J
To clothe the nakedness of need	J
Where farmer folk in silence meet	J
I turn my bell unsummoned feet '	-
I lay the critic's glass aside	J
I tread upon my lettered pride	J
And lowest seated testify	C2
To the oneness of humanity	G
Confess the universal want	J
And share whatever Heaven may grant	J
He findeth not who seeks his own	L
The soul is lost that's saved alone	L
Not on one favored forehead fell	E2
Of old the fire tongued miracle	P
But flamed o'er all the thronging host	J
The baptism of the Holy Ghost	J
Heart answers heart in one desire	G
The blending lines of prayer aspire	G
'Where in my name meet two or three '	-
Our Lord hath said 'I there will be '	-
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'So sometimes comes to soul and sense	I
The feeling which is evidence	I
That very near about us lies	I
The realm of spiritual mysteries	I
The sphere of the supernal powers	I
Impinges on this world of ours	I
The low and dark horizon lifts	I
To light the scenic terror shifts	I
The breath of a diviner air	G
Blows down the answer of a prayer	G
That all our sorrow pain and doubt	J
A great compassion clasps about	J
And law and goodness love and force	I
Are wedded fast beyond divorce	I
Then duty leaves to love its task	F2
The beggar Self forgets to ask	F2
With smile of trust and folded hands	I
The passive soul in waiting stands	I
To feel as flowers the sun and dew	J
The One true Life its own renew	J
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'So to the calmly gathered thought	J
The innermost of truth is taught	J
The mystery dimly understood	J
That love of God is love of good	J
And chiefly its divinest trace	I
In Him of Nazareth's holy face	I
That to be saved is only this	I
Salvation from our selfishness	I
From more than elemental fire	G
The soul's unsanetified desire	G
From sin itself and not the pain	L
That warns us of its chafing chain	L
That worship's deeper meaning lies	I
In mercy and not sacrifice	I
Not proud humilities of sense	I
And posturing of penitence	I
But love's unforced obedience	I
That Book and Church and Day	J