Silver Tones Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLJJMMNNOOPPQQRRSS| A stately church by pious hands erected long ago | A |
| Was found to lack a vesper bell by which the poor might know | A |
| The hour of prayer the hour of mass and who had lately died | B |
| The hour when gent and bonny lass so timid at his side | B |
| Would stand before the surpliced priest and twain would pledge their troth | C |
| The hour in which the priest would vent on heretic his wrath | D |
| The faithful then were called upon to bring from home and mine | E |
| The metal for the holy bell which must be strong and fine | E |
| In smelting pot of massive size they placed the needed ore | F |
| A molten mass it soon became but ere in mould they pour | F |
| And thus provide a bell for God to grace His temple fair | G |
| In crowds the people came to see the metal glowing there | G |
| Then as they passed with hearts devout each took a silver coin | H |
| And dropped it in the glowing mass no priest did this enjoin | H |
| They wished to show their grateful love to Him who bore their sin | I |
| A simple form which love took on not done God's grace to win | I |
| Nor did they hope to win applause from priest and saintly friar | J |
| If God were pleased they asked no more nor more did they desire | J |
| Nor did they deem their silver lost though little dreamed they then | K |
| The grand result of their small gifts which now is known to men | K |
| Their coins were for a moment seen like flakes of snow on sward | L |
| And then they melted out of sight yet seen by their blest Lord | L |
| They mingled with the glowing mass and when in high church tower | J |
| The bell was hung and daily rung all people felt its power | J |
| Its booming tones were soft and sweet and echoed o'er their hills | M |
| In a grand symphony of praise subduing all their wills | M |
| And calling forth from old and young a burst of rapturous praise | N |
| Their gifts though small were not despised God turned them into lays | N |
| This world is one great smelting pot in which life's ore is cast | O |
| And from it God will some day bring a bell destined to last | O |
| And ring aloud in thunder tones wherever man is found | P |
| Oh may we by kind words and deeds give it a silver sound | P |
| Each word though short each deed though small if for the Master's sake | Q |
| Are said and done like silver coin our blessed Lord will take | Q |
| And skillfully will blend them with the coarser ore of earth | R |
| And grander music none have heard e'er since time had its birth | R |
| Then from this bell of silver tone will sound o'er hill and vale | S |
| The work men do in Jesus' name is never known to fail | S |
Joseph Horatio Chant
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