First Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCDEEFF GHIHJKLL CMCMNNOO PQPQQQRR HSHSTTUU| So Joshua smote all the country and all their kings | A |
| he left none remaining Joshua x | B |
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| Where is the land with milk and honey flowing | C |
| The promise of our God our fancy's theme | D |
| Here over shattered walls dank weeds are growing | C |
| And blood and fire have run in mingled stream | D |
| Like oaks and cedars all around | E |
| The giant corses strew the ground | E |
| And haughty Jericho's cloud piercing wall | F |
| Lies where it sank at Joshua's trumpet call | F |
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| These are not scenes for pastoral dance at even | G |
| For moonlight rovings in the fragrant glades | H |
| Soft slumbers in the open eye of Heaven | I |
| And all the listless joy of summer shades | H |
| We in the midst of ruins live | J |
| Which every hour dread warning give | K |
| Nor may our household vine or fig tree hide | L |
| The broken arches of old Canaan's pride | L |
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| Where is the sweet repose of hearts repenting | C |
| The deep calm sky the sunshine of the soul | M |
| Now Heaven and earth are to our bliss consenting | C |
| And all the Godhead joins to make us whole | M |
| The triple crown of mercy now | N |
| Is ready for the suppliant's brow | N |
| By the Almighty Three for ever planned | O |
| And from behind the cloud held out by Jesus' hand | O |
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| Now Christians hold your own the land before ye | P |
| Is open win your way and take your rest | Q |
| So sounds our war note but our path of glory | P |
| By many a cloud is darkened and unblest | Q |
| And daily as we downward glide | Q |
| Life's ebbing stream on either side | Q |
| Shows at each turn some mouldering hope or joy | R |
| The Man seems following still the funeral of the Boy | R |
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| Open our eyes Thou Sun of life and gladness | H |
| That we may see that glorious world of Thine | S |
| It shines for us in vain while drooping sadness | H |
| Enfolds us here like mist come Power benign | S |
| Touch our chilled hearts with vernal smile | T |
| Our wintry course do Thou beguile | T |
| Nor by the wayside ruins let us mourn | U |
| Who have th' eternal towers for our appointed bourne | U |
John Keble
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