The Old Church On The Hill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLML NOPO QRQR STST UVUV RWRX| Moss grown and venerable it stands | A |
| From the way side dust and noise aloof | B |
| And the great elms stretch their sheltering hands | A |
| To bless its grey old roof | B |
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| About it summer's greenery waves | C |
| The birds build fearless overhead | D |
| Its shadow falls among the graves | C |
| Around it sleep the dead | D |
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| The summer sunshine softly takes | E |
| The chancel window's pictured gloom | F |
| The moonlight enters too and makes | E |
| The shadow of a tomb | F |
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| Along these aisles the bride hath passed | G |
| And brightened with her innocent grace | H |
| The pensive twilight years have cast | G |
| About the holy place | H |
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| They brought her here a tiny maid | I |
| Unweeting any gain or loss | J |
| And on her baby forehead laid | I |
| The symbol of the Cross | J |
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| And here they brought her once again | K |
| White robed and smiling as she slept | L |
| While lips that trembled breathed her name | M |
| And eyes that saw her wept | L |
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| And still when sunset lights his fire | N |
| Along the gold and crimsoned west | O |
| She sleeps beneath the shadowing spire | P |
| The cross upon her breast | O |
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| I watch it from my lonely cot | Q |
| When stars shine o'er the hallowed ground | R |
| And think there is no sweeter spot | Q |
| The whole wide earth around | R |
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| The Sabbath chimes there sink and swim | S |
| Along the consecrated air | T |
| The benediction and the hymn | S |
| The voice of praise and prayer | T |
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| These mingle with the wind's free song | U |
| The hum of bees the notes of birds | V |
| And make an anthem sweet and strong | U |
| Of inarticulate words | V |
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| There let me rest when I have found | R |
| The peace of God the immortal calm | W |
| Where still above my sleep profound | R |
| Goes up the Sabbath psalm | X |
Kate Seymour Maclean
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