To F. W. N. A Birthday Offering Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII JDKDLL MNMOPP QRQRSS TITITT NTNTTT TUTUVV WGXGYY ZTZTDD TA2TA2B2B2 TNTNTT

Dear Frank this morn has usher'd inA
The manhood of thy daysB
A boy no more thou must beginA
To choose thy future waysB
To brace thy arm and nerve thy heartC
For maintenance of a noble partC
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And thou a voucher fair hast givenD
Of what thou wilt achieveE
Ere age has dimm'd thy sun lit heavenD
In weary life's chill eveE
Should Sovereign Wisdom in its graceF
Vouchsafe to thee so long a raceF
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My brother we are link'd with chainG
That time shall ne'er destroyH
Together we have been in painG
Together now in joyH
For duly I to share may claimI
The present brightness of thy nameI
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My brother 'tis no recent tieJ
Which binds our fates in oneD
E'en from our tender infancyK
The twisted thread was spunD
Her deed who stored in her fond mindL
Our forms by sacred love enshrinedL
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In her affection all had shareM
All six she loved them allN
Yet on her early chosen PairM
Did her full favour fall NoteO
And we became her dearest themeP
Her waking thought her nightly dreamP
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Ah brother shall we e'er forgetQ
Her love her care her zealR
We cannot pay the countless debtQ
But we must ever feelR
For through her earnestness were shedS
Prayer purchased blessings on our headS
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Though in the end of days she stoodT
And pain and weakness cameI
Her force of thought was unsubduedT
Her fire of love the sameI
And e'en when memory fail'd its partT
We still kept lodgment in her heartT
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And when her Maker from the thrallN
Of flesh her spirit freedT
No suffering companied the callN
In mercy 'twas decreedT
One moment here the next she trodT
The viewless mansion of her GodT
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Now then at length she is at restT
And after many a woeU
Rejoices in that Saviour blestT
Who was her hope belowU
Kept till the day when He shall ownV
His saints before His Father's throneV
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So it is left for us to proveW
Her prayers were not in vainG
And that God's grace according loveX
Has come as gentle rainG
Which falling in the vernal hourY
Tints the young leaf perfumes the flowerY
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Dear Frank we both are summon'd nowZ
As champions of the LordT
Enroll'd am I and shortly thouZ
Must buckle on thy swordT
A high employ nor lightly givenD
To serve as messengers of heavenD
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Deep in my heart that gift I hideT
I change it not awayA2
For patriot warrior's hour of prideT
Or statesman's tranquil swayA2
For poet's fire or pleader's skillB2
To pierce the soul and tame the willB2
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O may we follow undismay'dT
Where'er our God shall callN
And may His Spirit's present aidT
Uphold us lest we fallN
Till in the end of days we standT
As victors in a deathless landT

John Henry Newman



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