Twenty-fourth Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCD EFEF GHGH IBDB JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ EHEH BRBR SMSM HMHM TMTM DUDU| The heart knoweth his own bitterness and a stranger doth not | A |
| intermeddle with his joy Proverbs xiv | B |
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| Why should we faint and fear to live alone | C |
| Since all alone so Heaven has willed we die | D |
| Nor e'en the tenderest heart and next our own | C |
| Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh | D |
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| Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe | E |
| Our hermit spirits dwell and range apart | F |
| Our eyes see all around in gloom or glow | E |
| Hues of their own fresh borrowed from the heart | F |
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| And well it is for us our GOD should feel | G |
| Alone our secret throbbings so our prayer | H |
| May readier spring to Heaven nor spend its zeal | G |
| On cloud born idols of this lower air | H |
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| For if one heart in perfect sympathy | I |
| Beat with another answering love for love | B |
| Weak mortals all entranced on earth would lie | D |
| Nor listen for those purer strains above | B |
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| Or what if Heaven for once its searching light | J |
| Lent to some partial eye disclosing all | K |
| The rude bad thoughts that in our bosom's night | J |
| Wander at large nor heed Love's gentle thrall | K |
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| Who would not shun the dreary uncouth place | L |
| As if fond leaning where her infant slept | M |
| A mother's arm a serpent should embrace | L |
| So might we friendless live and die unwept | M |
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| Then keep the softening veil in mercy drawn | N |
| Thou who canst love us thro' Thou read us true | O |
| As on the bosom of th' aerial lawn | N |
| Melts in dim haze each coarse ungentle hue | O |
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| So too may soothing Hope Thy heave enjoy | P |
| Sweet visions of long severed hearts to frame | Q |
| Though absence may impair or cares annoy | P |
| Some constant mind may draw us still the same | Q |
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| We in dark dreams are tossing to and fro | E |
| Pine with regret or sicken with despair | H |
| The while she bathes us in her own chaste glow | E |
| And with our memory wings her own fond prayer | H |
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| O bliss of child like innocence and love | B |
| Tried to old age creative power to win | R |
| And raise new worlds where happy fancies rove | B |
| Forgetting quite this grosser world of sin | R |
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| Bright are their dreams because their thoughts are clear | S |
| Their memory cheering but th' earth stained spright | M |
| Whose wakeful musings are of guilt and fear | S |
| Must hover nearer earth and less in light | M |
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| Farewell for her th' ideal scenes so fair | H |
| Yet not farewell her hope since thou hast deigned | M |
| Creator of all hearts to own and share | H |
| The woe of what Thou mad'st and we have stained | M |
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| Thou knowst our bitterness our joys are Thine | T |
| No stranger Thou to all our wanderings wild | M |
| Nor could we bear to think how every line | T |
| Of us Thy darkened likeness and defiled | M |
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| Stands in full sunshine of Thy piercing eye | D |
| But that Thou call'st us Brethren sweet repose | U |
| Is in that word the LORD who dwells on high | D |
| Knows all yet loves us better than He knows | U |
John Keble
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