Fifth Sunday In Lent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDEED FFGHHG IIJKKJ LLMNNM OOPQQP NNRSSR TTUVVP WWXYYX ZZA2NNA2 B2C2LNNL D2D2E2F2G2E2 H2H2I2NNI2 J2GNNNN

And Moses said I will now turn aside and see this greatA
sight why the bush is not burnt Exodus iiiB
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The historic Muse from age to ageC
Through many a waste heart sickening pageC
Hath traced the works of ManD
But a celestial call to dayE
Stays her like Moses on her wayE
The works of God to scanD
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Far seen across the sandy wildF
Where like a solitary childF
He thoughtless roamed and freeG
One towering thorn was wrapt in flameH
Bright without blaze it went and cameH
Who would not turn and seeG
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Along the mountain ledges greenI
The scattered sheep at will may gleanI
The Desert's spicy storesJ
The while with undivided heartK
The shepherd talks with God apartK
And as he talks adoresJ
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Ye too who tend Christ's wildering flockL
Well may ye gather round the rockL
That once was Sion's hillM
To watch the fire upon the mountN
Still blazing like the solar fountN
Yet unconsuming stillM
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Caught from that blaze by wrath DivineO
Lost branches of the once loved vineO
Now withered spent and sereP
See Israel's sons like glowing brandsQ
Tossed wildly o'er a thousand landsQ
For twice a thousand yearP
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God will not quench nor slay them quiteN
But lifts them like a beacon lightN
The apostate Church to scareR
Or like pale ghosts that darkling roamS
Hovering around their ancient homeS
But find no refuge thereR
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Ye blessed Angels if of youT
There be who love the ways to viewT
Of Kings and Kingdoms hereU
And sure 'tis worth an Angel's gazeV
To see throughout that dreary mazeV
God teaching love and fearP
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Oh say in all the bleak expanseW
Is there a spot to win your glanceW
So bright so dark as thisX
A hopeless faith a homeless raceY
Yet seeking the most holy placeY
And owning the true blissX
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Salted with fire they seem to showZ
How spirits lost in endless woeZ
May undecaying liveA2
Oh sickening thought yet hold it fastN
Long as this glittering world shall lastN
Or sin at heart surviveA2
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And hark amid the flashing fireB2
Mingling with tones of fear and ireC2
Soft Mercy's undersongL
'Tis Abraham's God who speaks so loudN
His people's cries have pierced the cloudN
He sees He sees their wrongL
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He is come down to break their chainD2
Though nevermore on Sion's faneD2
His visible ensign waveE2
'Tis Sion wheresoe'er they dwellF2
Who with His own true IsraelG2
Shall own Him strong to saveE2
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He shall redeem them one by oneH2
Where'er the world encircling sunH2
Shall see them meekly kneelI2
All that He asks on Israel's partN
Is only that the captive heartN
Its woe and burthen feelI2
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Gentiles with fixed yet awful eyeJ2
Turn ye this page of mysteryG
Nor slight the warning soundN
Put off thy shoes from off thy feetN
The place where man his God shall meetN
Be sure is holy groundN

John Keble



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