The Epiphany Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNON PQPQ RSFS TUTU VRVF WIWI XYXY ZA2ZA2 CACA B2RB2R

And lo the star which they saw in the east went beforeA
them till it came and stood over where the young Child wasB
When they saw the star they rejoiced with exceeding greatC
joy St Matthew iiD
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Star of the East how sweet art ThouE
Seen in life's early morning skyF
Ere yet a cloud has dimmed the browE
While yet we gaze with childish eyeF
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When father mother nursing friendG
Most dearly loved and loving bestH
First bid us from their arms ascendG
Pointing to Thee in Thy sure restH
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Too soon the glare of earthly dayI
Buries to us Thy brightness keenJ
And we are left to find our wayI
By faith and hope in Thee unseenJ
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What matter if the waymarks sureK
On every side are round us setL
Soon overleaped but not obscureK
'Tis ours to mark them or forgetL
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What matter if in calm old ageM
Our childhood's star again ariseN
Crowning our lonely pilgrimageO
With all that cheers a wanderer's eyesN
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Ne'er may we lose it from our sightP
Till all our hopes and thoughts are ledQ
To where it stays its lucid flightP
Over our Saviour's lowly bedQ
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There swathed in humblest povertyR
On Chastity's meek lap enshrinedS
With breathless Reverence waiting byF
When we our Sovereign Master findS
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Will not the long forgotten glowT
Of mingled joy and awe returnU
When stars above or flowers belowT
First made our infant spirits burnU
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Look on us Lord and take our partsV
E'en on Thy throne of purityR
From these our proud yet grovelling heartsV
Hide not Thy mild forgiving eyeF
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Did not the Gentile Church find graceW
Our mother dear this favoured dayI
With gold and myrrh she sought Thy faceW
Nor didst Thou turn Thy face awayI
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She too in earlier purer daysX
Had watched thee gleaming faint and farY
But wandering in self chosen waysX
She lost Thee quite Thou lovely starY
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Yet had her Father's finger turnedZ
To Thee her first inquiring glanceA2
The deeper shame within her burnedZ
When wakened from her wilful tranceA2
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Behold her wisest throng Thy gateC
Their richest sweetest purest storeA
Yet owned too worthless and too lateC
They lavish on Thy cottage floorA
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They give their best O tenfold shameB2
On us their fallen progenyR
Who sacrifice the blind and lameB2
Who will not wake or fast with TheeR

John Keble



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