All Saint's Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDD EFEFGGCC HIHIJJKK LMLMNNOP QRQRSSTT UFUFVVWW XYXZA2A2B2B2| Why blow'st thou not thou wintry wind | A |
| Now every leaf is brown and sere | B |
| And idly droops to thee resigned | A |
| The fading chaplet of the year | B |
| Yet wears the pure aerial sky | C |
| Her summer veil half drawn on high | C |
| Of silvery haze and dark and still | D |
| The shadows sleep on every slanting hill | D |
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| How quiet shows the woodland scene | E |
| Each flower and tree its duty done | F |
| Reposing in decay serene | E |
| Like weary men when age is won | F |
| Such calm old age as conscience pure | G |
| And self commanding hearts ensure | G |
| Waiting their summons to the sky | C |
| Content to live but not afraid to die | C |
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| Sure if our eyes were purged to trace | H |
| God's unseen armies hovering round | I |
| We should behold by angels' grace | H |
| The four strong winds of Heaven fast bound | I |
| Their downward sweep a moment stayed | J |
| On ocean cove and forest glade | J |
| Till the last flower of autumn shed | K |
| Her funeral odours on her dying bed | K |
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| So in Thine awful armoury Lord | L |
| The lightnings of the judgment day | M |
| Pause yet awhile in mercy stored | L |
| Till willing hearts wear quite away | M |
| Their earthly stains and spotless shine | N |
| On every brow in light divine | N |
| The Cross by angel hands impressed | O |
| The seal of glory won and pledge of promised | P |
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| Little they dream those haughty souls | Q |
| Whom empires own with bended knee | R |
| What lowly fate their own controls | Q |
| Together linked by Heaven's decree | R |
| As bloodhounds hush their baying wild | S |
| To wanton with some fearless child | S |
| So Famine waits and War with greedy eyes | T |
| Till some repenting heart be ready for the skies | T |
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| Think ye the spires that glow so bright | U |
| In front of yonder setting sun | F |
| Stand by their own unshaken might | U |
| No where th' upholding grace is won | F |
| We dare not ask nor Heaven would tell | V |
| But sure from many a hidden dell | V |
| From many a rural nook unthought of there | W |
| Rises for that proud world the saints' prevailing prayer | W |
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| On Champions blest in Jesus' name | X |
| Short be your strife your triumph full | Y |
| Till every heart have caught your flame | X |
| And lightened of the world's misrule | Z |
| Ye soar those elder saints to meet | A2 |
| Gathered long since at Jesus' feet | A2 |
| No world of passions to destroy | B2 |
| Your prayers and struggles o'er your task all praise and joy | B2 |
John Keble
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