Creed And Conduct Combined As Cause And Effect Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEFDDGGDDHHIIDD JJKKLLMMNNOOPPQQFFGG RRSTUUVVWWDDXXOOXXYY ZZLLGA2A2A2B2B2| The incident related in the following lines occurred thus At a meeting of Presbytery appointed to deal with the case of the Reverend David Macrae of Gourock Scotland one of the members of the Court had stolen out to enjoy his pipe and the quiet of his own thoughts for a few minutes before engaging in the strife of debate when he was accosted by a stranger woefully dilapidated who asked him with great earnestness if he would tell him where he could see Mr Macrae as he was most anxious to have some conversation with him Do you know sir said this poor ruined one that on the doctrine of future punishment Mr Macrae and I are in perfect accord and I am very desirous to tender him my cordial sympathy and support I esteem it my duty to do what I can to comfort and cheer this young and courageous minister of the Gospel in the cruel and unjust persecution to which he is being subjected | A |
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| The Presbytery with one accord in one place | B |
| Were met to consider and speak on the case | B |
| Of David Macrae bent with reverend skill | C |
| On putting him through th' ecclesiastical mill | C |
| I was there I slipped out just the plain truth to tell | D |
| To ha e a quate thinkin time a by mysel | D |
| On the new fangled doctrine o nae hell ava | E |
| Which gies wrang doers comfort that is na sae sma' | F |
| It's a gey soothm thoct aye it pleases them weel | D |
| Leavin hooseless an hameless the muckle black deil | D |
| It delivers mankind frae a fear and a dread | G |
| Sae I pondered along never lifting my head | G |
| Is it richt is it wrang is it truth or a lie | D |
| We will cannily find oot the truth by and by | D |
| If it's truth or a lie that lies at the root | H |
| Should be shown when the doctrine grows up and bears fruit | H |
| Thus I daundered and pondered on lifting my e'e | I |
| An answer to some o my thocts cam to me | I |
| There cam' doon the causey a comical chiel | D |
| Wi an air an a gait that was unco genteel | D |
| By the cut o' his jib an the set o his claes | J |
| He was ane o thae folk wha ha e seen better days | J |
| He was verra lang legged hungry lookup an lean | K |
| His claes werna' new nor weel hained nor clean | K |
| Tight straps his short trews to meet shiny boots drew | L |
| Where wee tae an' big tae alike keeked through | L |
| His coat ance black braid claith was rusty enough | M |
| It was oot at the elbows an' frayed at the cuff | M |
| It was white at the seams it was threadbare and thin | N |
| An' to hide a defects buttoned up to the chin | N |
| Bruised and dinged in the crown and the brim was his hat | O |
| But set jauntily on his few hairs for a that | O |
| Paper collar an' cuffs showed in lieu of a shirt | P |
| As he daintily picked his way over the dirt | P |
| His face leaden and mottled with blossom that grows | Q |
| Out of whisky an' deep bottle red was his nose | Q |
| His e'en bleared an' bloodshot were watery an' dim | F |
| Pale an' puffy the eyelids an' red roun' the rim | F |
| Thae e'en that ha'e gotten a set in the head | G |
| Wi' watchin' ower often the wine when it's red | G |
| Eh me sirs what wreck in the universe can | R |
| Be sae awsome to see as the wreck of a man | R |
| Whatever of talents or good looks or gear | S |
| What w'alth o' good chances had been this man's here | T |
| What gifts that might make his life lofty and grand | U |
| A blessin' to others a power in the land | U |
| All was gone gifts an' graces the greatest the least | V |
| Were hidden beneath the broad mark o' the beast | V |
| Stamped on I may say frae the head to the feet | W |
| All lost of the man but his pride an' conceit | W |
| Varnished ower wi' the airs o' the shabby genteel | D |
| He was gingerly steppin' his way to the diel | D |
| But now he is gaun to greet me on the way | X |
| Comin' forrid as ane that has something to say | X |
| Takin' off wi' a flourish the bit o' a hat | O |
| He booed wi' an air maist genteel ower that | O |
| Excuse me sir stoppin' you thus on the way | X |
| Can you bring me to where I'll see David Macrae | X |
| He's a preacher that men of my culture must choose | Y |
| I assure you he holds and he preaches my views | Y |
| A doctrine divested of all vulgar fears | Z |
| That I've held and believed in for years upon years | Z |
| A doctrine most sensible likely and true | L |
| I endorse it sir as I trust you also do | L |
| I answered him gien a bit shake to my head | G |
| As I looked at the man and considered his creed | A2 |
| You'll see Mr Macrae my man there is nae doot | A2 |
| If you stan' aboot here till they're a' comin' oot | A2 |
| But my frien' this new doctrine that fits ye sae fine | B2 |
| May be yours verra likely but ne'er can be mine | B2 |
Nora Pembroke (margaret Moran Dixon Mcdougall)
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