The Robe Of Christ Poem Rhyme Scheme

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For Cecil Chesterton	A
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At the foot of the Cross on Calvary	B
Three soldiers sat and diced	C
And one of them was the Devil	D
And he won the Robe of Christ	C
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When the Devil comes in his proper form	E
To the chamber where I dwell	F
I know him and make the Sign of the Cross	G
Which drives him back to Hell	F
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And when he comes like a friendly man	H
And puts his hand in mine	I
The fervour in his voice is not	J
From love or joy or wine	I
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And when he comes like a woman	A
With lovely smiling eyes	K
Black dreams float over his golden head	L
Like a swarm of carrion flies	K
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Now many a million tortured souls	M
In his red halls there be	B
Why does he spend his subtle craft	N
In hunting after me	B
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Kings queens and crested warriors	O
Whose memory rings through time	P
These are his prey and what to him	Q
Is this poor man of rhyme	P
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That he with such laborious skill	R
Should change from role to role	S
Should daily act so many a part	T
To get my little soul	S
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Oh he can be the forest	U
And he can be the sun	A
Or a buttercup or an hour of rest	V
When the weary day is done	A
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I saw him through a thousand veils	W
And has not this sufficed	C
Now must I look on the Devil robed	X
In the radiant Robe of Christ	C
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He comes and his face is sad and mild	Y
With thorns his head is crowned	Z
There are great bleeding wounds in his feet	A2
And in each hand a wound	Z
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How can I tell who am a fool	B2
If this be Christ or no	C2
Those bleeding hands outstretched to me	B
Those eyes that love me so	C2
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I see the Robe I look I hope	D2
I fear but there is one	A
Who will direct my troubled mind	E2
Christ's Mother knows her Son	A
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O Mother of Good Counsel lend	F2
Intelligence to me	B
Encompass me with wisdom	G2
Thou Tower of Ivory	B
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This is the Man of Lies she says	H2
Disguised with fearful art	T
He has the wounded hands and feet	A2
But not the wounded heart	T
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Beside the Cross on Calvary	B
She watched them as they diced	C
She saw the Devil join the game	I2
And win the Robe of Christ	C

Joyce Kilmer

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