First Sunday After Easter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABA CCDAAD EEFGGF HHIJJI KKLMML NOPDDP QQRSSR TUVWWV XXYZZY A2A2B2C2FB2 D2D2E2F2F2E2 JJG2VVG2| Seemeth it but a small thing unto you that the God of | A |
| Israel hath separated you from the congregation of Israel | B |
| to bring you near to Himself Numbers xvi | A |
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| First Father of the holy seed | C |
| If yet invoked in hour of need | C |
| Thou count me for Thine own | D |
| Not quite an outcast if I prove | A |
| Thou joy'st in miracles of love | A |
| Hear from Thy mercy throne | D |
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| Upon Thine altar's horn of gold | E |
| Help me to lay my trembling hold | E |
| Though stained with Christian gore | F |
| The blood of souls by Thee redeemed | G |
| But while I roved or idly dreamed | G |
| Lost to be found no more | F |
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| For oft when summer leaves were bright | H |
| And every flower was bathed in light | H |
| In sunshine moments past | I |
| My wilful heart would burst away | J |
| From where the holy shadow lay | J |
| Where heaven my lot had cast | I |
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| I thought it scorn with Thee to dwell | K |
| A Hermit in a silent cell | K |
| While gaily sweeping by | L |
| Wild Fancy blew his bugle strain | M |
| And marshalled all his gallant train | M |
| In the world's wondering eye | L |
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| I would have joined him but as oft | N |
| Thy whispered warnings kind and soft | O |
| My better soul confessed | P |
| My servant let the world alone | D |
| Safe on the steps of Jesus' throne | D |
| Be tranquil and be blest | P |
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| Seems it to thee a niggard hand | Q |
| That nearest Heaven has bade thee stand | Q |
| The ark to touch and bear | R |
| With incense of pure heart's desire | S |
| To heap the censer's sacred fire | S |
| The snow white Ephod wear | R |
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| Why should we crave the worldling's wreath | T |
| On whom the Savour deigned to breathe | U |
| To whom His keys were given | V |
| Who lead the choir where angels meet | W |
| With angels' food our brethren greet | W |
| And pour the drink of Heaven | V |
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| When sorrow all our heart would ask | X |
| We need not shun our daily task | X |
| And hide ourselves for calm | Y |
| The herbs we seek to heal our woe | Z |
| Familiar by our pathway grow | Z |
| Our common air is balm | Y |
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| Around each pure domestic shrine | A2 |
| Bright flowers of Eden bloom and twine | A2 |
| Our hearths are altars all | B2 |
| The prayers of hungry souls and poor | C2 |
| Like armed angels at the door | F |
| Our unseen foes appal | B2 |
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| Alms all around and hymns within | D2 |
| What evil eye can entrance win | D2 |
| Where guards like these abound | E2 |
| If chance some heedless heart should roam | F2 |
| Sure thought of these will lure it home | F2 |
| Ere lost in Folly's round | E2 |
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| O joys that sweetest in decay | J |
| Fall not like withered leaves away | J |
| But with the silent breath | G2 |
| Of violets drooping one by one | V |
| Soon as their fragrant task is done | V |
| Are wafted high in death | G2 |
John Keble
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