Mons Angelorum Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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MOSES JOSHUA THE THREE ANGELS OF THE UNIVERSEA
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Evening a slope of PisgahB
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Moses Our span of life is lessening with the yearsC
Our little sun rolls swiftlier to its endD
Among the eternal stars It is a featherE
Blown from a careless lip into the darkB
A fallen feather the lily of a dayF
Brimming with blood and tears instead of dewG
And dying with its sleep Having known lifeH
Having known day I pass into the nightI
Having long spoken with God I hold my peaceJ
Having long held the sword I lay it downK
And the new watch believes me Is all wellL
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Joshua O father of my soul I cannot tellL
The burden of the Lord is heavy on meM
And I am broken beneath itN
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Moses Since I knewG
All my desires and cares have gone from meM
Rather I think on old forgotten thingsO
A song within the temple court to herE
Isis the Lady of Love How white she satP
Above the crowded gate I was a boyQ
I ran and laid a lotus on her kneesR
Dreaming she smiled in answer Ah those dreamsS
Far on the shining level of the sandsT
Thebes and old Tanis builded of a cloudU
The reeds beside the river those sweet treesR
Full of warm buds that ripen and uncloseR
At eve the barges passing on the NileV
Like golden water fowl with ivory wingsR
The gardens and the great pomegranate flowersR
And she my gentle mother in MizraimM
Calling me 'Mesu Mesu '-
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Joshua I cannot thinkB
My sorrow stays me and my grief preventsR
Yet there are heathen foes and wars to comeM
I take thy sword I cannot take thy soulW
Master of Law unshaken friend of GodX
But I can fight for IsraelY
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Moses Fight and standZ
Firmly for God Jehovah is salvationA2
And now beloved son in all but bloodB2
Go get you down againC2
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Joshua A little longerE
Leave me a little longer with you lordD2
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Moses No longer for the gates of life are lonelyM
Out of the dark man cometh to his lifeH
Into the dark he goethE2
Down look downK
Down to the clustered tents each with its livesR
Of foolish children vexed with many fearsR
Agonies hopes beliefs inheritedF2
Dark hates fond dreams divine humilitiesR
Shall they go leaderless from stream to streamM
Following the far flung visions of despairG2
These that have been my sheepH2
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Joshua I cannot fatherE
I am a man of war and not of wisdomM
They will not know my voice nor follow meM
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Moses Man is it thy faint voice shall be upliftedF2
To soothe the fearful and uphold the strongB
To lead the unshaken tribes to victoryM
Against the men of Amalek and AiI2
Lords of the plain and coast Is it thy strengthE2
Nay but Jehovah's in thee As the cloudU
Filling the empty valley of the hillsR
As the white flood along the water coursesR
That once were barren so His strength will passR
Into the pits and runnels of thy soulW
Fight for the Lord is with thee Stand thou firmM
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Joshua Lo I would rather stay and die with theeM
Than pass with shining banners and with songB
Of silver shawms and trumpets in thy placeR
Over the river JordanA2
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Moses Nay I passR
Over a deeper river with no songsR
No mighty trumpetings no pride of bannersR
Toil have I borne but triumph is not mineJ2
Once once mine eyes shall see the Promised LandZ
Her forts and towers cities and pleasant fieldsR
Her palms and cedars vines and olive treesR
And then be darkened Here's my heritageK2
Here by these mighty chasms these Godward peaksR
My last resort my lone abiding placeR
See the night comes How is it with thee sonA2
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Joshua A cloud has drawn between us and the plainL2
A darkness moves between us and the skyI2
Full of vague voices mighty whisperingsR
Wings and the sound of themM
O never manM2
Has breathed such chilling air as this which blowsR
Out of the dark O never man has heardN2
Such sounds as these which beat upon my soulW
Known yet unknown familiar yet most dreadO2
Lord must I goB
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Moses This is the wind of deathE2
And this the cold that lies without the worldP2
And these the sounds that thrill the untrodden voidQ2
Beyond the lonelier stars Go down go downK
To darknened Israel mourning in his tentsR
I can no longer see thee Stand thou firmM
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Joshua goes the cloud surrounds MosesR
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O ye celestial presences great shapesR
With terrible fair faces towering wingsR
Wings with the wine deep glow of amethystR2
Sheath over sheath like folded waterbudsR
Lit with an inward flame wings pale as foamM
Faint plumes showered with silver wings sereneS2
Uplifted in a radiant arc of dawnT2
Unchain the prisoned pinions of this soulW
Say to the blind bird Fly Bid life recedeU2
A bubble before the advancing wave of deathE2
From my youth upward I have spoken of deathE2
Nor knew the word so sweet There's music in itN
Music to break the heart O heavenly guardsR
Looking so long in your immortal eyesR
I am grown old Death calls me as a sleepH2
A rest desired a rich forgetfulnessR
After too much of lifeH
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Angel of Darkness Life is no moreV2
A little flame soon swallowed in the nightI
A harp that hath no voice a bow unstrungB
Pride of the grass and power of the reedU2
Life is as swift in breaking Peace be on theeM
Mine are the wings of peace Men call me deathE2
But so God hath not named meM
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Angel of Light Life is pastW2
Thy ground is taken thy tent is pitched foreverE
Drink of these wells and be forsworn of sorrowB
Forsaken of weeping Men have called me deathE2
Yet am I less and greaterE
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Angel of Dreams Peace be on theeM
Peace and good rest Mine are the wings of silenceR
Folded in silver sleep before my faceR
This in my hand is golden fruit of EdenA2
Whose scent is sleep its flame white flower grewG
Along the glades where Adam walked with GodX
Death have men called me yet I am not deathE2
Take thy last look on lifeH
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Moses O Land of PromiseR
From the great plains of Moab to the seaM
Thy blossoming orchards streams and palacesR
Like golden beads threaded on silver stringsR
Thy towering walls and pinnacles of prideX2
A fruitful field it is ripe for the harvestY2
The harvest of the swordD2
I shall not reap itN
The winepress of His wrath I shall not treadO2
Plighted am I to silence I go downK
Dead to the dead and am no more rememberedN2
Upon the lips of menC2
Those sceptred kingsR
The solemn dead of old Mizraim who sitN
Forever in the sun beside their tombsR
With blank eyes smiling on eternityM
Crowned with the reed and lotus do they liveZ2
More than their grass and lilies Those I knewG
Princes and scribes lords of the desert priestsR
Learned above the wit of common mindsR
Captains and merchants rulers over goldA3
Feathers and spices emeralds ivoriesR
Brought to the feet of Pharaoh what of themM
What of the King Lord of the North and SouthE2
Son of the Sun like to the Sun foreverE
A sun A darkened light a star o'erwhelmedA3
When his fierce horsemen sank beneath that surgeB3
Whose crest was blood and terror when there diedA3
On one hushed night all the firstborn of EgyptA3
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O night divine I set thine excellenceR
Above the twice crowned noon Here is no starC3
No slenderest crescent poised above the worldA3
No lingering love of day But the soft darkB
Folds inward as a flower enfolding meM
My length of little days wisdom and griefD3
Light as a drop of rainL2
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Angel of Dreams Tender is nightA3
But tenderer far the limits of this deathE2
This dream encompassed city Here no soundA3
Shall wake thee from thy sleep no storm disturbE3
Though here all storms are born Tempest and cloudA3
Thunder and hail the mightiest airs of GodA3
The hosts of night the hot triumphant dawnT2
Seasons and times and days unknown shall marchF3
O'er thy surrendered headA3
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Moses O loneliest restA3
On my lost grave only the winds shall mournG3
The white rain do me service the sad starsR
Age after age with endless circling eyesR
View this last desolation InH3

Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall



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