Poet John Keble

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Twenty-third Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLM NOPO QRQR STUT OVOV DPBP WXYX VZVZ A2B2A2B2 C2DC2D

Who shall change our vile body that it may be fashioned like untoA
His glorious body according to the working whereby He is able evenB
to subdue all things onto Himself Philippians iiiC
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Red o'er the forest peers the setting sunD
The line of yellow light dies fast awayE
That crowned the eastern copse and chill and dunD
Falls on the moor the brief November dayE
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Now the tired hunter winds a parting noteF
And Echo hide good night from every gladeG
Yet wait awhile and see the calm heaves floatF
Each to his rest beneath their parent shadeG
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How like decaying life they seem to glideH
And yet no second spring have they in storeI
But where they fall forgotten to abideH
Is all their portion and they ask no moreI
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Soon o'er their heads blithe April airs shall singJ
A thousand wild flowers round them shall unfoldK
The green buds glisten in the dews of SpringJ
And all be vernal rapture as of oldK
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Unconscious they in waste oblivion lieL
In all the world of busy life aroundM
No thought of them in all the bounteous skyL
No drop for them of kindly influence foundM
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Man's portion is to die and rise againN
Yet he complains while these unmurmuring partO
With their sweet lives as pure from sin and stainP
As his when Eden held his virgin heartO
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And haply half unblamed his murmuring voiceQ
Might sound in Heaven were all his second lifeR
Only the first renewed the heathen's choiceQ
A round of listless joy and weary strifeR
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For dreary were this earth if earth were allS
Tho' brightened oft by dear Affection's kissT
Who for the spangles wears the funeral pallU
But catch a gleam beyond it and 'tis blissT
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Heavy and dull this frame of limbs and heartO
Whether slow creeping on cold earth or borneV
On lofty steed or loftier prow we dartO
O'er wave or field yet breezes laugh to scornV
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Our puny speed and birds and clouds in heavenD
And fish living shafts that pierce the mainP
And stars that shoot through freezing air at evenB
Who but would follow might he break his chainP
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And thou shalt break it soon the grovelling wormW
Shall find his wings and soar as fast and freeX
As his transfigured Lord with lightning formY
And snowy vest such grace He won for theeX
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When from the grave He sprang at dawn of mornV
And led through boundless air thy conquering roadZ
Leaving a glorious track where saints new bornV
Might fearless follow to their blest abodeZ
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But first by many a stern and fiery blastA2
The world's rude furnace must thy blood refineB2
And many a gale of keenest woe be passedA2
Till every pulse beat true to airs divineB2
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Till every limb obey the mounting soulC2
The mounting soul the call by Jesus givenD
He who the stormy heart can so controlC2
The laggard body soon will waft to HeavenD

John Keble



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