The Old Church Choir Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I am slowly treading the mazy track	A
That leadeth through sunshine and shadows back	A
Through freshest meads where the dews yet cling	B
As erst they did to each lowly thing	B
Where flowers bloom and where streamlets flow	C
With the tender music of long ago	C
To the far off past that through mists of tears	D
In its spring time loveliness still appears	E
And wooes me back to the gleaming shore	F
Of sunny years that return no more	F
	-
And to night all weary and sad and lone	G
I return in thought to those bright years flown	G
Whose lingering sweetness e'en yet I feel	H
Like the breath of flower scents over me steal	H
I am treading o'er mounds where the dead repose	I
I am stirring the dust of life's perished rose	I
I am rustling the withered leaves that lie	J
Thick in the pathway of Memory	K
And calling out from each lonely hill	L
Echoes of voices forever still	L
	-
And I pause again where I stood of yore	F
In the Sabbath light at an old church door	F
And ling'ring a moment I turn to view	M
The green hills leaning against the blue	M
As erewhile they stood in the golden calm	N
Of morning's sunlight and breath of balm	N
With clustering verdure and blossoming trees	O
And gush of bird song and hum of bees	O
And glancing shadows that came and went	P
Of soft clouds high in the firmament	P
Floating away in their robes of white	P
On snowy pinions through realms of light	P
	-
And I see again through the azure sky	J
The same white cloudlets still floating by	J
And a greener line through the meadow shows	I
Where a little streamlet still singing flows	I
And out from a woodland there floats again	Q
Of joyous warblers the old sweet strain	R
While still with serious reverent air	S
Aged and young seek the house of prayer	S
	-
And with them I enter the narrow door	F
That open stands as it stood of yore	F
And look up again at the windows tall	T
At the narrow aisles and the naked wall	T
At the high straight pulpit with cushion red	P
And its worn old Bible still open spread	P
At the pews where unhindered the slant rays fall	T
At the long plain gallery over all	T
Where maid and matron and son and sire	U
Together sang in the old church choir	U
	-
And again as I listen I seem to hear	V
The strains of old half forgotten Mear	W
And solemn China and grave Dundee	P
And stately Rockingham calm and free	P
And rare Old Hundred's majestic swell	X
And tender Hebron we loved so well	X
And tuneful Stonefield's melodies sweet	P
Bridgewater Windham and Silver street	P
And rich St Martin and yet again	Q
Old Coronation's exultant strain	R
And sweet Devizes' slow warbled tone	G
Resounding Lenox and Arlington	Y
And gentle Boyleston and many more	F
Which Memory holds in her treasured store	F
That rise and fall on the tranquil air	S
As they did of old in this house of prayer	S
Where Sabbath by Sabbath for many a year	W
Often and often we sang them here	V
	-
For many a year but they all are flown	G
The band is broken and hushed each tone	G
And voices that mingled in tuneful breath	Z
Are silent now in the hush of death	Z
Scattered like Autumn leaves far and near	W
Are those who clustered together here	V
Gone like flowers in the swift stream cast	P
Like wandering birds when the summer's past	P
Like perfume shed in the tempest's track	A
Never again to be gathered back	A
	-
I am thinking now of a young fair face	A2
A brow of beauty a form of grace	A2
The tender tones of whose sweet voice long	B2
Swelled richly forth in our Sabbath song	B2
But she laid her own in a loved one's hand	P
And he led her forth to a distant land	P
Where a home all radiant with love's pure beam	C2
Fulfilled her girlhood's enraptured dream	C2
Yet she only pined 'neath the stranger's sky	J
And he brought her back to her own to die	J
	-
The breath of Spring time was on the plain	R
And flowers were bursting to life again	Q
And birds were carolling full and free	P
On the leafy boughs of the forest tree	P
When the sweetest voice in our tuneful throng	B2
Faltered and failed from our choral song	B2
And we laid her down at her pure life's close	D2
Peaceful and pale in her last repose	I
	-
The silvery Thames as it glides along	B2
Murmurs anear her its old sweet song	B2
The tuneful robin sings still as when	Q
He warbled for her in the woodland glen	Q
The star she loved through the long still night	P
Keeps his old calm watch 'mid the planets bright	P
Her favorite flowers are still as fair	S
As when twined 'mid the braids of her raven hair	S
But the voice we missed in that far off Spring	B
Is only heard where the angels sing	B
	-
And yet another I see him now	E2
With his manly bearing and noble brow	E2
Who turned away from our old church choir	U
To sing with the angels in worship higher	U
As an alien bird 'neath inclement skies	F2
Foldeth its pinions to earth and dies	F2
So he o'erwearied with life's unrest	P
Folded his mantle around his breast	P
And meekly bowing his weary head	P
Went down to rest with the quiet dead	P
And long were the hearts that had loved him lone	G
For the absent form and the missing tone	G
	-
There was still another I yet behold	P
That form as I saw it in days of old	P
As we stood in the calm of those Sabbath days	G2
And mingled our voices in hymns of praise	G2
Ah little we dreamed as we saw him there	S
In his proud young beauty with brow so fair	S
And eye so lustrous and tones so clear	W
That the cruel spoiler was then so near	W
We dreamed it not till we saw the light	P
Of his clear eyes growing so strangely bright	P
And the flush of health on his cheek give place	A2
To the deadly hectic's burning trace	A2
	-
There's a tranquil isle amid Southern seas	O
A fair isle swept by no wintry breeze	O
Where the wandering zephyr through long bright hours	H2
Gathers the perfume of orange bowers	H2
And roses droop in the fragrant bloom	I2
Of their summer life o'er a nameless tomb	I2
In that nameless tomb he is laid to rest	P
And the dust of the stranger is on his breast	P
And the breath of the South sweeps its viewless lyre	J2
O'er another lost from our old church choir	U
	-
One dreamt of wealth on a distant shore	F
And he wandered far to return no more	F
For the deadly pestilence swept his path	K2
And the strong man drooped 'neath its burning wrath	K2
And he sleeps alone in the shining dust	P
Whose golden promises mocked his trust	P
	-
By a lonely lake in the boundless West	P
Another reposes in dreamless rest	P
And yet another her pure life done	Y
Slumbers far off toward the setting sun	Y
And the youngest voice in our old church choir	U
Is to day attuned to a seraph's lyre	J2
	-
That old church choir I am standing lone	G
Where we stood together in days by gone	L2
But the tranquil air by no voice is stirred	P
Save the lonely call of a distant bird	P
The grey old church is no longer seen	M2
But the rank grass over its site grows green	M2
And 'mid the tomb stones with sighing breath	Z
The sad wind whispers of change and death	Z
	-
Hush is it fancy or do I hear	V
A far off melody faint yet clear	W
Of gentle voices sweet tones of yore	F
Tenderly borne from an unseen shore	F
Ah loved long parted ye're joined once more	F
In the Sabbath light of a changeless shore	F
And there with never a jarring note	P
Your joyous anthems forever float	P
In sweet accord with the seraph strains	N2
That sweep unchecked o'er celestial plains	N2
And I long to rejoin you in regions higher	U
Loved ones long lost from our old church choir	U

Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)

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