Twenty-fifth Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The hoary head is a crown of glory if it be found in the way of	A
righteousness Proverbs xvi	A
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The bright haired morn is glowing	B
O'er emerald meadows gay	C
With many a clear gem strewing	C
The early shepherd's way	C
Ye gentle elves by Fancy seen	D
Stealing away with night	E
To slumber in your leafy screen	D
Tread more than airy light	E
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And see what joyous greeting	C
The sun through heaven has shed	F
Though fast yon shower be fleeting	C
His beams have faster sped	F
For lo above the western haze	G
High towers the rainbow arch	H
In solid span of purest rays	G
How stately is its march	H
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Pride of the dewy morning	C
The swain's experienced eye	I
From thee takes timely warning	C
Nor trusts the gorgeous sky	I
For well he knows such dawnings gay	C
Bring noons of storm and shower	J
And travellers linger on the way	C
Beside the sheltering bower	J
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E'en so in hope and trembling	C
Should watchful shepherd view	A
His little lambs assembling	C
With glance both kind and true	A
'Tis not the eye of keenest blaze	G
Nor the quick swelling breast	K
That soonest thrills at touch of praise	G
These do not please him best	K
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But voices low and gentle	L
And timid glances shy	I
That seem for aid parental	L
To sue all wistfully	M
Still pressing longing to be right	E
Yet fearing to be wrong	C
In these the Pastor dares delight	E
A lamb like Christ like throng	C
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These in Life's distant even	N
Shall shine serenely bright	E
As in th' autumnal heaven	O
Mild rainbow tints at night	E
When the last shower is stealing down	P
And ere they sink to rest	K
The sun beams weave a parting crown	P
For some sweet woodland nest	K
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The promise of the morrow	Q
Is glorious on that eve	A
Dear as the holy sorrow	Q
When good men cease to live	A
When brightening ere it die away	C
Mounts up their altar flame	R
Still tending with intenser ray	C
To Heaven whence first it came	R
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Say not it dies that glory	M
'Tis caught unquenched on high	I
Those saintlike brows so hoary	M
Shall wear it in the sky	I
No smile is like the smile of death	S
When all good musings past	T
Rise wafted with the parting breath	S
The sweetest thought the last	T

John Keble

Twenty-fifth Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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