Quinquagesima Sunday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCD EFEF BGBG HIJI KLKL MNON BPBP QBQB RDRD STST UBUB BFBF VWVW BXBX TATA| I do set My bow in the cloud and it shall be for a token of | A |
| a covenant between Me and the earth Genesis ix | B |
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| Sweet Dove the softest steadiest plume | C |
| In all the sunbright sky | D |
| Brightening in ever changeful bloom | C |
| As breezes change on high | D |
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| Sweet Leaf the pledge of peace and mirth | E |
| Long sought and lately won | F |
| Blessed increase of reviving Earth | E |
| When first it felt the Sun | F |
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| Sweet Rainbow pride of summer days | B |
| High set at Heaven's command | G |
| Though into drear and dusky haze | B |
| Thou melt on either hand | G |
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| Dear tokens of a pardoning God | H |
| We hail ye one and all | I |
| As when our fathers walked abroad | J |
| Freed from their twelvemonth's thrall | I |
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| How joyful from the imprisoning ark | K |
| On the green earth they spring | L |
| Not blither after showers the lark | K |
| Mounts up with glistening wing | L |
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| So home bound sailors spring to shore | M |
| Two oceans safely past | N |
| So happy souls when life is o'er | O |
| Plunge in this empyreal vast | N |
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| What wins their first and fondest gaze | B |
| In all the blissful field | P |
| And keeps it through a thousand days | B |
| Love face to face revealed | P |
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| Love imaged in that cordial look | Q |
| Our Lord in Eden bends | B |
| On souls that sin and earth forsook | Q |
| In time to die His friends | B |
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| And what most welcome and serene | R |
| Dawns on the Patriarch's eye | D |
| In all the emerging hills so green | R |
| In all the brightening sky | D |
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| What but the gentle rainbow's gleam | S |
| Soothing the wearied sight | T |
| That cannot bear the solar beam | S |
| With soft undazzling light | T |
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| Lord if our fathers turned to Thee | U |
| With such adoring gaze | B |
| Wondering frail man Thy light should see | U |
| Without Thy scorching blaze | B |
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| Where is our love and where our hearts | B |
| We who have seen Thy Son | F |
| Have tried Thy Spirit's winning arts | B |
| And yet we are not won | F |
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| The Son of God in radiance beamed | V |
| Too bright for us to scan | W |
| But we may face the rays that streamed | V |
| From the mild Son of Man | W |
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| There parted into rainbow hues | B |
| In sweet harmonious strife | X |
| We see celestial love diffuse | B |
| Its light o'er Jesus' life | X |
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| God by His bow vouchsafes to write | T |
| This truth in Heaven above | A |
| As every lovely hue is Light | T |
| So every grace is Love | A |
John Keble
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