Psal. Lxxx. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDECFCGHGHIJII EKELIHIHGHGHMGMGENEN ODODPQPQHEHERESETGTG UVHVITITUWIWXYXYGHGH

Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keepA
Give ear in time of needB
Who leadest like a flock of sheepA
Thy loved Josephs seedB
That sitt'st between the Cherubs brightC
Between their wings out spreadD
Shine forth and from thy cloud give lightC
And on our foes thy dreadD
In Ephraims view and BenjaminsE
And in Manasse's sightC
Awake thy strength come and be seenF
To save us by thy mightC
Turn us again thy grace divineG
To us O God vouchsafeH
Cause thou thy face on us to shineG
And then we shall be safeH
Lord God of Hosts how long wilt thouI
How long wilt thou declareJ
Thy smoaking wrath and angry browI
Against thy peoples praireI
Thou feed'st them with the bread of tearsE
Their bread with tears they eatK
And mak'st them largely drink the tearsE
Wherewith their cheeks are wetL
A strife thou mak'st us and a preyI
To every neighbour foeH
Among themselves they laugh they playI
And flouts at us they throwH
Return us and thy grace divineG
O God of Hosts vouchsafeH
Cause thou thy face on us to shineG
And then we shall be safeH
A Vine from Aegypt thou hast broughtM
Thy free love made it thineG
And drov'st out Nations proud and hautM
To plant this lovely VineG
Thou did'st prepare for it a placeE
And root it deep and fastN
That it began to grow apaceE
And fill'd the land at lastN
With her green shade that cover'd allO
The Hills were over spreadD
Her Bows as high as Cedars tallO
Advanc'd their lofty headD
Her branches on the western sideP
Down to the Sea she sentQ
And upward to that river wideP
Her other branches wentQ
Why hast thou laid her Hedges lowH
And brok'n down her FenceE
That all may pluck her as they goH
With rudest violenceE
The tusked Boar out of the woodR
Up turns it by the rootsE
Wild Beasts there brouze and make their foodS
Her Grapes and tender ShootsE
Return now God of Hosts look downT
From Heav'n thy Seat divineG
Behold us but without a frownT
And visit this thy VineG
Visit this Vine which thy right handU
Hath set and planted longV
And the young branch that for thy selfH
Thou hast made firm and strongV
But now it is consum'd with fireI
And cut with Axes downT
They perish at thy dreadfull ireI
At thy rebuke and frownT
Upon the man of thy right handU
Let thy good hand be laidW
Upon the Son of Man whom thouI
Strong for thyself hast madeW
So shall we not go back from theeX
To wayes of sin and shameY
Quick'n us thou then gladly weeX
Shall call upon thy NameY
Return us and thy grace divineG
Lord God of Hosts voutsafeH
Cause thou thy face on us to shineG
And then we shall be safeH

John Milton



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