Advent Sunday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDDEE FFGGBB HHIIJK LLMNOC BBPPQQ RRSSTT UUVVII WWBBXX QQYYSS ZZA2A2B2B2 C2C2IIBB D2E2C2C2F2F2 AAG2G2QQ| Now it is high time to awake out of sleep for now is our | A |
| salvation nearer than when we believed Romans xiii | B |
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| Awake again the Gospel trump is blown | C |
| From year to year it swells with louder tone | C |
| From year to year the signs of wrath | D |
| Are gathering round the Judge's path | D |
| Strange words fulfilled and mighty works achieved | E |
| And truth in all the world both hated and believed | E |
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| Awake why linger in the gorgeous town | F |
| Sworn liegemen of the Cross and thorny crown | F |
| Up from your beds of sloth for shame | G |
| Speed to the eastern mount like flame | G |
| Nor wonder should ye find your King in tears | B |
| E'en with the loud Hosanna ringing in His ears | B |
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| Alas no need to rouse them long ago | H |
| They are gone forth to swell Messiah's show | H |
| With glittering robes and garlands sweet | I |
| They strew the ground beneath His feet | I |
| All but your hearts are there O doomed to prove | J |
| The arrows winged in Heaven for Faith that will not love | K |
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| Meanwhile He passes through th' adoring crowd | L |
| Calm as the march of some majestic cloud | L |
| That o'er wild scenes of ocean war | M |
| Holds its still course in Heaven afar | N |
| E'en so heart searching Lord as years roll on | O |
| Thou keepest silent watch from Thy triumphal throne | C |
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| E'en so the world is thronging round to gaze | B |
| On the dread vision of the latter days | B |
| Constrained to own Thee but in heart | P |
| Prepared to take Barabbas' part | P |
| Hosanna now to morrow Crucify | Q |
| The changeful burden still of their rude lawless cry | Q |
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| Yet in that throng of selfish hearts untrue | R |
| Thy sad eye rests upon Thy faithful few | R |
| Children and childlike souls are there | S |
| Blind Bartimeus' humble prayer | S |
| And Lazarus wakened from his four days' sleep | T |
| Enduring life again that Passover to keep | T |
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| And fast beside the olive bordered way | U |
| Stands the blessed home where Jesus deigned to stay | U |
| The peaceful home to Zeal sincere | V |
| And heavenly Contemplation dear | V |
| Where Martha loved to wait with reverence meet | I |
| And wiser Mary lingered at Thy sacred feet | I |
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| Still through decaying ages as they glide | W |
| Thou lov'st Thy chosen remnant to divide | W |
| Sprinkled along the waste of years | B |
| Full many a soft green isle appears | B |
| Pause where we may upon the desert road | X |
| Some shelter is in sight some sacred safe abode | X |
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| When withering blasts of error swept the sky | Q |
| And Love's last flower seemed fain to droop and die | Q |
| How sweet how lone the ray benign | Y |
| On sheltered nooks of Palestine | Y |
| Then to his early home did Love repair | S |
| And cheered his sickening heart with his own native air | S |
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| Years roll away again the tide of crime | Z |
| Has swept Thy footsteps from the favoured clime | Z |
| Where shall the holy Cross find rest | A2 |
| On a crowned monarch's mailed breast | A2 |
| Like some bright angel o'er the darkling scene | B2 |
| Through court and camp he holds his heavenward course serene | B2 |
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| A fouler vision yet an age of light | C2 |
| Light without love glares on the aching sight | C2 |
| Oh who can tell how calm and sweet | I |
| Meek Walton shows thy green retreat | I |
| When wearied with the tale thy times disclose | B |
| The eye first finds thee out in thy secure repose | B |
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| Thus bad and good their several warnings give | D2 |
| Of His approach whom none may see and live | E2 |
| Faith's ear with awful still delight | C2 |
| Counts them like minute bells at night | C2 |
| Keeping the heart awake till dawn of morn | F2 |
| While to her funeral pile this aged world is borne | F2 |
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| But what are Heaven's alarms to hearts that cower | A |
| In wilful slumber deepening every hour | A |
| That draw their curtains closer round | G2 |
| The nearer swells the trumpet's sound | G2 |
| Lord ere our trembling lamps sink down and die | Q |
| Touch us with chastening hand and make us feel Thee nigh | Q |
John Keble
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