First Sunday In Lent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC BBBBCCCC DEDEBFBF BGBGHIHI JKJKLCLC MNMNOBOB PQPQRCRC SBSBATAU| Haste thee escape thither for I cannot do any thing till thou be | A |
| come thither Therefore the name of the city was called Zoar | B |
| Genesis xix | C |
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| Angel of wrath why linger in mid air | B |
| While the devoted city's cry | B |
| Louder and louder swells and canst thou spare | B |
| Thy full charged vial standing by | B |
| Thus with stern voice unsparing Justice pleads | C |
| He hears her not with softened gaze | C |
| His eye is following where sweet Mercy leads | C |
| And till she give the sign his fury stays | C |
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| Guided by her along the mountain road | D |
| Far through the twilight of the morn | E |
| With hurried footsteps from the accursed abode | D |
| He sees the holy household borne | E |
| Angels or more on either hand are nigh | B |
| To speed them o'er the tempting plain | F |
| Lingering in heart and with frail sidelong eye | B |
| Seeking how near they may unharmed remain | F |
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| Ah wherefore gleam those upland slopes so fair | B |
| And why through every woodland arch | G |
| Swells yon bright vale as Eden rich and rare | B |
| Where Jordan winds his stately march | G |
| If all must be forsaken ruined all | H |
| If God have planted but to burn | I |
| Surely not yet the avenging shower will fall | H |
| Though to my home for one last look I turn | I |
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| Thus while they waver surely long ago | J |
| They had provoked the withering blast | K |
| But that the merciful Avengers know | J |
| Their frailty well and hold them fast | K |
| Haste for thy life escape nor look behind | L |
| Ever in thrilling sounds like these | C |
| They check the wandering eye severely kind | L |
| Nor let the sinner lose his soul at ease | C |
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| And when o'erwearied with the steep ascent | M |
| We for a nearer refuge crave | N |
| One little spot of ground in mercy lent | M |
| One hour of home before the grave | N |
| Oft in His pity o'er His children weak | O |
| His hand withdraws the penal fire | B |
| And where we fondly cling forbears to wreak | O |
| Full vengeance till our hearts are weaned entire | B |
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| Thus by the merits of one righteous man | P |
| The Church our Zoar shall abide | Q |
| Till she abuse so sore her lengthened span | P |
| E'en Mercy's self her face must hide | Q |
| Then onward yet a step thou hard won soul | R |
| Though in the Church thou know thy place | C |
| The mountain farther lies there seek thy goal | R |
| There breathe at large o'erpast thy dangerous race | C |
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| Sweet is the smile of home the mutual look | S |
| When hearts are of each other sure | B |
| Sweet all the joys that crowd the household nook | S |
| The haunt of all affections pure | B |
| Yet in the world e'en these abide and we | A |
| Above the world our calling boast | T |
| Once gain the mountain top and thou art free | A |
| Till then who rest presume who turn to look are lost | U |
John Keble
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