Fourteenth Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DDDEFGFE CCCHIIIJ CCCKLLLM NOOMPPPM QQQDCCCD RRRSTTTS| And Jesus answering said Were there not ten cleansed but | A |
| where are the nine There are not found that returned to | B |
| give glory to God save this stranger St Luke xvii | C |
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| Ten cleansed and only one remain | D |
| Who would have thought our nature's stain | D |
| Was dyed so foul so deep in grain | D |
| E'en He who reads the heart | E |
| Knows what He gave and what we lost | F |
| Sin's forfeit and redemption's cost | G |
| By a short pang of wonder crossed | F |
| Seems at the sight to start | E |
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| Yet 'twas not wonder but His love | C |
| Our wavering spirits would reprove | C |
| That heavenward seem so free to move | C |
| When earth can yield no more | H |
| Then from afar on God we cry | I |
| But should the mist of woe roll by | I |
| Not showers across an April sky | I |
| Drift when the storm is o'er | J |
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| Faster than those false drops and few | C |
| Fleet from the heart a worthless dew | C |
| What sadder scene can angels view | C |
| Than self deceiving tears | K |
| Poured idly over some dark page | L |
| Of earlier life though pride or rage | L |
| The record of to day engage | L |
| A woe for future years | M |
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| Spirits that round the sick man's bed | N |
| Watched noting down each prayer he made | O |
| Were your unerring roll displayed | O |
| His pride of health to abase | M |
| Or when soft showers in season fall | P |
| Answering a famished nation's call | P |
| Should unseen fingers on the wall | P |
| Our vows forgotten trace | M |
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| How should we gaze in trance of fear | Q |
| Yet shines the light as thrilling clear | Q |
| From Heaven upon that scroll severe | Q |
| Ten cleansed and one remain | D |
| Nor surer would the blessing prove | C |
| Of humbled hearts that own Thy love | C |
| Should choral welcome from above | C |
| Visit our senses plain | D |
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| Than by Thy placid voice and brow | R |
| With healing first with comfort now | R |
| Turned upon him who hastes to bow | R |
| Before Thee heart and knee | S |
| Oh thou who only wouldst be blest | T |
| On thee alone My blessing rest | T |
| Rise go thy way in peace possessed | T |
| For evermore of Me | S |
John Keble
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