David's Lament For Jonathan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMHM NDND OPOP QRQR SDTD UKUK| Thou wast hard pressed yet God concealed this thing | A |
| From me and thou wast wounded very sore | B |
| And beaten down O son of Israel's king | A |
| Like wheat on threshing flour | C |
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| Thou that from courtly and from wise for friend | D |
| Didst choose me and in spite of ban and sneer | E |
| Rebuke and ridicule until the end | D |
| Didst ever hold me dear | E |
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| All night thy body on the mountain lay | F |
| At morn the heathen nailed thee to their wall | G |
| Surely their deaf gods hear the songs to day | F |
| O'er the slain House of Saul | G |
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| Oh if that witch were here thy father sought | H |
| Methinks I e'en could call thee from thy place | I |
| To shift thy mangled image from my thought | H |
| Seeing thy soul's calm face | I |
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| I sorrowed for the words the prophet spoke | J |
| That set me rival to thy father's line | K |
| But o'er thy spirit no repining broke | J |
| For what had else been thine | K |
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| Thou wast not like to me so rude so hot | L |
| The world was not in thine as in my sight | M |
| Like the proud giant who from Israel sought | H |
| A champion to fight | M |
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| I thought to ask nor looked to be denied | N |
| Of God that in my days there might ascend | D |
| His House not from my hands so redly dyed | N |
| But thine pure hearted friend | D |
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| My friend within God's House thou dwellest now | O |
| Thy wounds are healed thou need'st no Gilead balm | P |
| Defeated and degraded yet thy brow | O |
| Is crowned with death and calm | P |
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| O God this is Thy black and bitter sea | Q |
| Which buffets so and blinds my struggling soul | R |
| Out of the depths I cry O God to Thee | Q |
| Whose grief waves o'er me roll | R |
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| God give to me the spirit that was his | S |
| The patience that he needs no more to blend | D |
| With the wild eagerness that mars my bliss | T |
| I would be like my friend | D |
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| Through the dark valley soon to where he stands | U |
| God summon me Till then the sword shall shine | K |
| That comes from his dead grasp into my hands | U |
| His children be as mine | K |
Mary Hannay Foott
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