Fourth Sunday After Easter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DDCCEFGHGI JJKLAAFMNM OPQQRRSTST SSUUVVCWCW SSXWYYZA2ZA2 B2B2SSC2C2TD2TD2 CCE2E2JJA2DYD F2F2ZZDDSG2SG2 CCH2H2SSI2J2I2J2| Nevertheless I tell you the truth It is expedient for you | A |
| that I go away for if I go not away the Comforter will | B |
| not come unto you but if I depart I will send Him unto | A |
| you St John xvi | C |
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| My Saviour can it ever be | D |
| That I should gain by losing Thee | D |
| The watchful mother tarries nigh | C |
| Though sleep have closed her infant's eye | C |
| For should he wake and find her gone | E |
| She knows she could not bear his moan | F |
| But I am weaker than a child | G |
| And Thou art more than mother dear | H |
| Without Thee Heaven were but a wild | G |
| How can I live without Thee here | I |
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| 'Tis good for you that I should go | J |
| You lingering yet awhile below | J |
| 'Tis Thine own gracious promise Lord | K |
| Thy saints have proved the faithful word | L |
| When heaven's bright boundless avenue | A |
| Far opened on their eager view | A |
| And homeward to Thy Father's throne | F |
| Still lessening brightening on their sight | M |
| Thy shadowy car went soaring on | N |
| They tracked Thee up th' abyss of light | M |
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| Thou bidd'st rejoice they dare not mourn | O |
| But to their home in gladness turn | P |
| Their home and God's that favoured place | Q |
| Where still He shines on Abraham's race | Q |
| In prayers and blessings there to wait | R |
| Like suppliants at their Monarch's gate | R |
| Who bent with bounty rare to aid | S |
| The splendours of His crowning day | T |
| Keeps back awhile His largess made | S |
| More welcome for that brief delay | T |
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| In doubt they wait but not unblest | S |
| They doubt not of their Master's rest | S |
| Nor of the gracious will of Heaven | U |
| Who gave His Son sure all has given | U |
| But in ecstatic awe they muse | V |
| What course the genial stream may choose | V |
| And far and wide their fancies rove | C |
| And to their height of wonder strain | W |
| What secret miracle of love | C |
| Should make their Saviour's going gain | W |
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| The days of hope and prayer are past | S |
| The day of comfort dawns at last | S |
| The everlasting gates again | X |
| Roll back and lo a royal train | W |
| From the far depth of light once more | Y |
| The floods of glory earthward pour | Y |
| They part like shower drops in mid air | Z |
| But ne'er so soft fell noon tide shower | A2 |
| Nor evening rainbow gleamed so fair | Z |
| To weary swains in parched bower | A2 |
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| Swiftly and straight each tongue of flame | B2 |
| Through cloud and breeze unwavering came | B2 |
| And darted to its place of rest | S |
| On some meek brow of Jesus blest | S |
| Nor fades it yet that living gleam | C2 |
| And still those lambent lightnings stream | C2 |
| Where'er the Lord is there are they | T |
| In every heart that gives them room | D2 |
| They light His altar every day | T |
| Zeal to inflame and vice consume | D2 |
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| Soft as the plumes of Jesus' Dove | C |
| They nurse the soul to heavenly love | C |
| The struggling spark of good within | E2 |
| Just smothered in the strife of sin | E2 |
| They quicken to a timely glow | J |
| The pure flame spreading high and low | J |
| Said I that prayer and hope were o'er | A2 |
| Nay blessed Spirit but by Thee | D |
| The Church's prayer finds wings to soar | Y |
| The Church's hope finds eyes to see | D |
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| Then fainting soul arise and sing | F2 |
| Mount but be sober on the wing | F2 |
| Mount up for Heaven is won by prayer | Z |
| Be sober for thou art not there | Z |
| Till Death the weary spirit free | D |
| Thy God hath said 'Tis good for thee | D |
| To walk by faith and not by sight | S |
| Take it on trust a little while | G2 |
| Soon shalt thou read the mystery right | S |
| In the full sunshine of His smile | G2 |
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| Or if thou yet more knowledge crave | C |
| Ask thine own heart that willing slave | C |
| To all that works thee woe or harm | H2 |
| Shouldst thou not need some mighty charm | H2 |
| To win thee to thy Saviour's side | S |
| Though He had deigned with thee to bide | S |
| The Spirit must stir the darkling deep | I2 |
| The Dove must settle on the Cross | J2 |
| Else we should all sin on or sleep | I2 |
| With Christ in sight turning our gain to loss | J2 |
John Keble
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