Second Sunday After Christmas Poem Rhyme Scheme

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When the poor and needy seek water and there is none and	A
their tongue faileth for thirst I the Lord will hear them	B
I the God of Israel will not forsake them Isaiah xli	C
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And wilt thou hear the fevered heart	D
To Thee in silence cry	E
And as th' inconstant wildfires dart	D
Out of the restless eye	E
Wilt thou forgive the wayward though	F
By kindly woes yet half untaught	D
A Saviours right so dearly bought	D
That Hope should never die	D
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Thou wilt for many a languid prayer	G
Has reached Thee from the wild	D
Since the lorn mother wandering there	G
Cast down her fainting child	D
Then stole apart to weep and die	D
Nor knew an angel form was nigh	D
To show soft waters gushing by	D
And dewy shadows mild	D
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Thou wilt for Thou art Israel's God	D
And Thine unwearied arm	H
Is ready yet with Moses' rod	D
The hidden rill to charm	H
Out of the dry unfathomed deep	I
Of sands that lie in lifeless sleep	I
Save when the scorching whirlwinds heap	I
Their waves in rude alarm	H
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These moments of wild wrath are Thine	J
Thine too the drearier hour	K
When o'er th' horizon's silent line	J
Fond hopeless fancies cower	K
And on the traveller's listless way	L
Rises and sets th' unchanging day	L
No cloud in heaven to slake its ray	L
On earth no sheltering bower	K
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Thou wilt be there and not forsake	M
To turn the bitter pool	C
Into a bright and breezy lake	M
This throbbing brow to cool	C
Till loft awhile with Thee alone	N
The wilful heart be fain to own	N
That He by whom our bright hours shone	N
Our darkness best may rule	C
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The scent of water far away	L
Upon the breeze is flung	O
The desert pelican to day	L
Securely leaves her young	O
Reproving thankless man who fears	P
To journey on a few lone years	P
Where on the sand Thy step appears	P
Thy crown in sight is hung	O
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Thou who did sit on Jacob's well	C
The weary hour of noon	Q
The languid pulses Thou canst tell	C
The nerveless spirit tune	Q
Thou from Whose cross in anguish burst	D
The cry that owned Thy dying thirst	D
To Thee we turn our Last and First	D
Our Sun and soothing Moon	Q
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From darkness here and dreariness	R
We ask not full repose	S
Only be Thou at hand to bless	T
Our trial hour of woes	S
Is not the pilgrim's toil o'erpaid	D
By the clear rill and palmy shade	D
And see we not up Earth's dark glade	D
The gate of Heaven unclose	S

John Keble

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