Sunday After Ascension Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABC DDDEDE FFFGFG HHHFHF FFFCFC FFFIFI JJJBJB KKKLKL FFFFFF FFFMFM NNNONO FFFCFC FFFFFF PPPCPC

As every man hath received the gift even so minister theA
same one to another as good stewards of the manifold graceB
of God St Peter ivC
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The Earth that in her genial breastD
Makes for the down a kindly nestD
Where wafted by the warm south westD
It floats at pleasureE
Yields thankful of her very bestD
To nurse her treasureE
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True to her trust tree herb or reedF
She renders for each scattered seedF
And to her Lord with duteous heedF
Gives large increaseG
Thus year by year she works unfeedF
And will not ceaseG
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Woe worth these barren hearts of oursH
Where Thou hast set celestial flowersH
And watered with more balmy showersH
Than e'er distilledF
In Eden on th' ambrosial bowersH
Yet nought we yieldF
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Largely Thou givest gracious LordF
Largely Thy gifts should be restoredF
Freely Thou givest and Thy wordF
Is Freely giveC
He only who forgets to hoardF
Has learned to liveC
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Wisely Thou givest all aroundF
Thine equal rays are resting foundF
Yet varying so on various groundF
They pierce and strikeI
That not two roseate cups are crownedF
With drew alikeI
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E'en so in silence likest TheeJ
Steals on soft handed CharityJ
Tempering her gifts that seem so freeJ
By time and placeB
Till not a woe the bleak world seeJ
But finds her graceB
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Eyes to the blind and to the lameK
Feet and to sinners wholesome blameK
To starving bodies food and flameK
By turns she bringsL
To humbled souls that sink for shameK
Lends heaven ward wingsL
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Leads them the way our Saviour wentF
And shows Love's treasure yet unspentF
As when th' unclouded heavens were rentF
Opening His roadF
Nor yet His Holy Spirit sentF
To our abodeF
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Ten days th' eternal doors displayedF
Were wondering so th' Almighty badeF
Whom Love enthroned would send in aidF
Of souls that mournM
Left orphans in Earth's dreary shadeF
As noon as bornM
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Open they stand that prayers in throngsN
May rise on high and holy songsN
Such incense as of right belongsN
To the true shrineO
Where stands the Healer of all wrongsN
In light divineO
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The golden censer in His handF
He offers hearts from every landF
Tied to His own by gentlest bandF
Of silent LoveC
About Him winged blessings standF
In act to moveC
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A little while and they shall fleetF
From Heaven to Earth attendants meetF
On the life giving ParacleteF
Speeding His flightF
With all that sacred is and sweetF
On saints to lightF
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Apostles Prophets Pastors allP
Shall feel the shower of Mercy fallP
And startling at th' Almighty's callP
Give what He gaveC
Till their high deeds the world appalP
And sinners saveC

John Keble



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