Monday Before Easter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCDEE FBGBHH BIBIJK LMLMNN OPPPBB PQPQEE RSRSCT UVUVPP PWPWBB BWBEII

Doubtless Thou art our Father though Abraham be ignorant ofA
us and Israel acknowledge us not Isaiah lxiiiB
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Father to me thou art and mother dearC
And brother too kind husband of my heartD
So speaks Andromache in boding fearC
Ere from her last embrace her hero partD
So evermore by Faith's undying glowE
We own the Crucified in weal or woeE
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Strange to our ears the church bells of our homeF
This fragrance of our old paternal fieldsB
May be forgotten and the time may comeG
When the babe's kiss no sense of pleasure yieldsB
E'en to the doting mother but Thine ownH
Thou never canst forget nor leave aloneH
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There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirsB
None loves them best O vain and selfish sighI
Out of the bosom of His love He sparesB
The Father spares the Son for thee to dieI
For thee He died for thee He lives againJ
O'er thee He watches in His boundless reignK
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Thou art as much His care as if besideL
Nor man nor angel lived in Heaven or earthM
Thus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tideL
To light up worlds or wake an insect's mirthM
They shine and shine with unexhausted storeN
Thou art thy Saviour's darling seek no moreN
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On thee and thine thy warfare and thine endO
E'en in His hour of agony He thoughtP
When ere the final pang His soul should rendP
The ransomed spirits one by one were broughtP
To His mind's eye two silent nights and daysB
In calmness for His far seen hour He staysB
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Ye vaulted cells where martyred seers of oldP
Far in the rocky walls of Sion sleepQ
Green terraces and arched fountains coldP
Where lies the cypress shade so still and deepQ
Dear sacred haunts of glory and of woeE
Help us one hour to trace His musings high and lowE
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One heart ennobling hour It may not beR
The unearthly thoughts have passed from earth awayS
And fast as evening sunbeams from the seaR
Thy footsteps all in Sion's deep decayS
Were blotted from the holy ground yet dearC
Is every stone of hers for Thou want surely hereT
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There is a spot within this sacred daleU
That felt Thee kneeling touched Thy prostrate browV
One Angel knows it O might prayer availU
To win that knowledge sure each holy vowV
Less quickly from the unstable soul would fadeP
Offered where Christ in agony was laidP
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Might tear of ours once mingle with the bloodP
That from His aching brow by moonlight fellW
Over the mournful joy our thoughts would broodP
Till they had framed within a guardian spellW
To chase repining fancies as they riseB
Like birds of evil wing to mar our sacrificeB
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So dreams the heart self flattering fondly dreamsB
Else wherefore when the bitter waves o'erflowW
Miss we the light Gethsemane that streamsB
From thy dear name where in His page of woeE
It shines a pale kind star in winter's skyI
Who vainly reads it there in vain had seen Him dieI

John Keble



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