The Mystic-s Christmas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD CCEE FFGG H II CCJJ KLMM NNCC OPDD QQEE BBMM RRG| 'All hail ' the bells of Christmas rang | A |
| 'All hail ' the monks at Christmas sang | A |
| The merry monks who kept with cheer | B |
| The gladdest day of all their year | B |
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| But still apart unmoved thereat | C |
| A pious elder brother sat | C |
| Silent in his accustomed place | D |
| With God's sweet peace upon his face | D |
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| 'Why sitt'st thou thus ' his brethren cried | C |
| 'It is the blessed Christmas tide | C |
| The Christmas lights are all aglow | E |
| The sacred lilies bud and blow | E |
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| 'Above our heads the joy bells ring | F |
| Without the happy children sing | F |
| And all God's creatures hail the morn | G |
| On which the holy Christ was born | G |
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| 'Rejoice with us no more rebuke | H |
| Our gladness with thy quiet look ' | - |
| The gray monk answered 'Keep I pray | I |
| Even as ye list the Lord's birthday | I |
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| 'Let heathen Yule fires flicker red | C |
| Where thronged refectory feasts are spread | C |
| With mystery play and masque and mime | J |
| And wait songs speed the holy time | J |
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| 'The blindest faith may haply save | K |
| The Lord accepts the things we have | L |
| And reverence howsoe'er it strays | M |
| May find at last the shining ways | M |
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| 'They needs must grope who cannot see | N |
| The blade before the ear must be | N |
| As ye are feeling I have felt | C |
| And where ye dwell I too have dwelt | C |
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| 'But now beyond the things of sense | O |
| Beyond occasions and events | P |
| I know through God's exceeding grace | D |
| Release from form and time and place | D |
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| 'I listen from no mortal tongue | Q |
| To hear the song the angels sung | Q |
| And wait within myself to know | E |
| The Christmas lilies bud and blow | E |
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| 'The outward symbols disappear | B |
| From him whose inward sight is clear | B |
| And small must be the choice of clays | M |
| To him who fills them all with praise | M |
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| 'Keep while you need it brothers mine | R |
| With honest zeal your Christmas sign | R |
| But judge not him who every morn | G |
| Feels in his heart the Lord Christ born ' | - |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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