All Saints' Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEDEFFGG HIHIJJFF KLKLMMNN OPOPQQRS TATAUUVV WIWIXXYY ZA2ZB2C2C2D2D2| Hurt not the earth neither the sea nor the trees till we | A |
| have sealed the servants of our God in their foreheads | B |
| Revelation vii | C |
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| Why blow'st thou not thou wintry wind | D |
| Now every leaf is brown and sere | E |
| And idly droops to thee resigned | D |
| The fading chaplet of the year | E |
| Yet wears the pure aerial sky | F |
| Her summer veil half drawn on high | F |
| Of silvery haze and dark and still | G |
| The shadows sleep on every slanting hill | G |
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| How quiet shows the woodland scene | H |
| Each flower and tree its duty done | I |
| Reposing in decay serene | H |
| Like weary men when age is won | I |
| Such calm old age as conscience pure | J |
| And self commanding hearts ensure | J |
| Waiting their summons to the sky | F |
| Content to live but not afraid to die | F |
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| Sure if our eyes were purged to trace | K |
| God's unseen armies hovering round | L |
| We should behold by angels' grace | K |
| The four strong winds of Heaven fast bound | L |
| Their downward sweep a moment stayed | M |
| On ocean cove and forest glade | M |
| Till the last flower of autumn shed | N |
| Her funeral odours on her dying bed | N |
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| So in Thine awful armoury Lord | O |
| The lightnings of the judgment day | P |
| Pause yet awhile in mercy stored | O |
| Till willing hearts wear quite away | P |
| Their earthly stains and spotless shine | Q |
| On every brow in light divine | Q |
| The Cross by angel hands impressed | R |
| The seal of glory won and pledge of promised | S |
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| Little they dream those haughty souls | T |
| Whom empires own with bended knee | A |
| What lowly fate their own controls | T |
| Together linked by Heaven's decree | A |
| As bloodhounds hush their baying wild | U |
| To wanton with some fearless child | U |
| So Famine waits and War with greedy eyes | V |
| Till some repenting heart be ready for the skies | V |
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| Think ye the spires that glow so bright | W |
| In front of yonder setting sun | I |
| Stand by their own unshaken might | W |
| No where th' upholding grace is won | I |
| We dare not ask nor Heaven would tell | X |
| But sure from many a hidden dell | X |
| From many a rural nook unthought of there | Y |
| Rises for that proud world the saints' prevailing prayer | Y |
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| On Champions blest in Jesus' name | Z |
| Short be your strife your triumph full | A2 |
| Till every heart have caught your flame | Z |
| And lightened of the world's misrule | B2 |
| Ye soar those elder saints to meet | C2 |
| Gathered long since at Jesus' feet | C2 |
| No world of passions to destroy | D2 |
| Your prayers and struggles o'er your task all praise and joy | D2 |
John Keble
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