Fourth Sunday In Lent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DE FGHHI JKLLK MNOON PQMMQ RSTTS UVWWV XYZZY A2B2JJB2 YYNNY RC2D2D2C2 YRE2E2F2 CYDDY CYG2G2Y| Joseph made haste for his bowels did yearn upon his brother and | A |
| he sought where to weep and he entered into his chamber and wept | B |
| there Genesis xliii | C |
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| There stood no man with him while Joseph made himself known unto | D |
| his brethren Genesis xlv | E |
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| When Nature tries her finest touch | F |
| Weaving her vernal wreath | G |
| Mark ye how close she veils her round | H |
| Not to be traced by sight or sound | H |
| Nor soiled by ruder breath | I |
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| Who ever saw the earliest rose | J |
| First open her sweet breast | K |
| Or when the summer sun goes down | L |
| The first soft star in evening's crown | L |
| Light up her gleaming crest | K |
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| Fondly we seek the dawning bloom | M |
| On features wan and fair | N |
| The gazing eye no change can trace | O |
| But look away a little space | O |
| Then turn and lo 'tis there | N |
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| But there's a sweeter flower than e'er | P |
| Blushed on the rosy spray | Q |
| A brighter star a richer bloom | M |
| Than e'er did western heaven illume | M |
| At close of summer day | Q |
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| 'Tis Love the last best gift of Heaven | R |
| Love gentle holy pure | S |
| But tenderer than a dove's soft eye | T |
| The searching sun the open sky | T |
| She never could endure | S |
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| E'en human Love will shrink from sight | U |
| Here in the coarse rude earth | V |
| How then should rash intruding glance | W |
| Break in upon HER sacred trance | W |
| Who boasts a heavenly birth | V |
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| So still and secret is her growth | X |
| Ever the truest heart | Y |
| Where deepest strikes her kindly root | Z |
| For hope or joy for flower or fruit | Z |
| Least knows its happy part | Y |
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| God only and good angels look | A2 |
| Behind the blissful screen | B2 |
| As when triumphant o'er His woes | J |
| The Son of God by moonlight rose | J |
| By all but Heaven unseen | B2 |
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| As when the holy Maid beheld | Y |
| Her risen Son and Lord | Y |
| Thought has not colours half so fair | N |
| That she to paint that hour may dare | N |
| In silence best adored | Y |
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| The gracious Dove that brought from Heaven | R |
| The earnest of our bliss | C2 |
| Of many a chosen witness telling | D2 |
| On many a happy vision dwelling | D2 |
| Sings not a note of this | C2 |
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| So truest image of the Christ | Y |
| Old Israel's long lost son | R |
| What time with sweet forgiving cheer | E2 |
| He called his conscious brethren near | E2 |
| Would weep with them alone | F2 |
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| He could not trust his melting soul | C |
| But in his Maker's sight | Y |
| Then why should gentle hearts and true | D |
| Bare to the rude world's withering view | D |
| Their treasure of delight | Y |
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| No let the dainty rose awhile | C |
| Her bashful fragrance hide | Y |
| Rend not her silken veil too soon | G2 |
| But leave her in her own soft noon | G2 |
| To flourish and abide | Y |
John Keble
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