Seventh Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDEED FFGHHG IIJKKL KKMNNM OPQRRQ DDSTTU VVWMXW YYVZZV A2A2CBBC B2B2C2D2D2C2| From whence can a man satisfy these men with bread here in the | A |
| wilderness St Mark viii | B |
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| Go not away thou weary soul | C |
| Heaven has in store a precious dole | C |
| Here on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height | D |
| Where over rocks and sands arise | E |
| Proud Sirion in the northern skies | E |
| And Tabor's lonely peak 'twixt thee and noonday light | D |
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| And far below Gennesaret's main | F |
| Spreads many a mile of liquid plain | F |
| Though all seem gathered in one eager bound | G |
| Then narrowing cleaves you palmy lea | H |
| Towards that deep sulphureous sea | H |
| Where five proud cities lie by one dire sentence drowned | G |
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| Landscape of fear yet weary heart | I |
| Thou need'st not in thy gloom depart | I |
| Nor fainting turn to seek thy distant home | J |
| Sweetly thy sickening throbs are eyed | K |
| By the kind Saviour at thy side | K |
| For healing and for balm e'en now thine hour is come | L |
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| No fiery wing is seen to glide | K |
| No cates ambrosial are supplied | K |
| But one poor fisher's rude and scanty store | M |
| Is all He asks and more than needs | N |
| Who men and angels daily feeds | N |
| And stills the wailing sea bird on the hungry shore | M |
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| The feast is o'er the guests are gone | O |
| And over all that upland lone | P |
| The breeze of eve sweeps wildly as of old | Q |
| But far unlike the former dreams | R |
| The heart's sweet moonlight softly gleams | R |
| Upon life's varied view so joyless erst and cold | Q |
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| As mountain travellers in the night | D |
| When heaven by fits is dark and bright | D |
| Pause listening on the silent heath and hear | S |
| Nor trampling hoof nor tinkling bell | T |
| Then bolder scale the rugged fell | T |
| Conscious the more of One ne'er seen yet ever near | U |
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| So when the tones of rapture gay | V |
| On the lorn ear die quite away | V |
| The lonely world seems lifted nearer heaven | W |
| Seen daily yet unmarked before | M |
| Earth's common paths are strewn all o'er | X |
| With flowers of pensive hope the wreath of man forgiven | W |
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| The low sweet tones of Nature's lyre | Y |
| No more on listless ears expire | Y |
| Nor vainly smiles along the shady way | V |
| The primrose in her vernal nest | Z |
| Nor unlamented sink to rest | Z |
| Sweet roses one by one nor autumn leaves decay | V |
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| There's not a star the heaven can show | A2 |
| There's not a cottage hearth below | A2 |
| But feeds with solace kind the willing soul | C |
| Men love us or they need our love | B |
| Freely they own or heedless prove | B |
| The curse of lawless hearts the joy of self control | C |
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| Then rouse thee from desponding sleep | B2 |
| Nor by the wayside lingering weep | B2 |
| Nor fear to seek Him farther in the wild | C2 |
| Whose love can turn earth's worst and least | D2 |
| Into a conqueror's royal feast | D2 |
| Thou wilt not be untrue thou shalt not be beguiled | C2 |
John Keble
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