Epistle To The Rev. J--- B---, Whilst Journeying For The Recovery Of His Health. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCB DDDEDE FFFGFG AACHAI JJJKJK LLLMLM NNNONO PPPFPF QQRSQS TTTUTU VVVDVD WWWXWX SSSYSY ZZZA2ZA2 B2B2B2C2B2C2 IIID2ID2 E2F2E2G2F2G2 ZZZB2ZB2 H2H2H2I2H2I2 ZZZJ2ZK2 SSSL2SL2 M2M2M2N2M2N2 M2M2M2F2M2F2 ZZZMZM L2L2L2O2L2O2 M2M2M2P2M2P2 QQQM2RM2 M2M2M2Q2M2Q2 M2M2M2R2M2R2| When warm'd with zeal my rustic Muse | A |
| Feels fluttering fain to tell her news | A |
| And paint her simple lowly views | A |
| With all her art | B |
| And though in genius but obtuse | C |
| May touch the heart | B |
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| Of palaces and courts of kings | D |
| She thinks but little never sings | D |
| But wildly strikes her uncouth strings | D |
| In some pool cot | E |
| Spreads o'er the poor hen fostering wings | D |
| And soothes their lot | E |
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| Well pleased is she to see them smile | F |
| And uses every honest wile | F |
| To mend then hearts their cares beguile | F |
| With rhyming story | G |
| And lend them to then God the while | F |
| And endless glory | G |
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| Perchance my poor neglected Muse | A |
| Unfit to harass or amuse | A |
| Escaping praise and loud abuse | C |
| Unheard unknown | H |
| May feed the moths and wasting dews | A |
| As some have done | I |
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| Her aims are good howe'er they end | J |
| Here comes a foe and there a friend | J |
| These point the dart and those defend | J |
| Whilst some deride her | K |
| But God will sweetest comforts blend | J |
| Whate'er betide her | K |
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| Thus heaven supported forth she goes | L |
| Midst flatterers critics friends and foes | L |
| Secure since He who all things knows | L |
| Approves her aim | M |
| And kindly fans or fostering blows | L |
| Her sinking flame | M |
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| Hence when she shows her honest face | N |
| And tells her tale with awkward grace | N |
| Importunate to gain a place | N |
| Amongst your friends | O |
| To ruthless critics leave her case | N |
| And hail her ends | O |
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| To all my heart is kind and true | P |
| But glows with ardent love for you | P |
| Though absent still you rise in view | P |
| And talk and smile | F |
| Whilst heavenly themes for ever new | P |
| Our cares beguile | F |
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| The happy seasons oft return | Q |
| When love our melting hearts did burn | Q |
| As we through heavenly themes were borne | R |
| With heavenward eyes | S |
| And Faith this empty globe would spurn | Q |
| And sail the skies | S |
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| Or when the rising sun shines bright | T |
| Or setting leaves the world in night | T |
| Or dazzling sheds his noon day light | T |
| Or cloudy hides | U |
| My fancy in her airy flight | T |
| With you resides | U |
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| Where far you wander down the vale | V |
| When balmy scents perfume the gale | V |
| And purling rills and linnets hail | V |
| The King of kings | D |
| To muse with you I never fail | V |
| On heavenly things | D |
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| Where dashing cataracts astound | W |
| And foaming shake the neighbouring ground | W |
| And spread a hoary mist around | W |
| With you I gaze | X |
| And think amid'st the deaf'ning sound | W |
| On wisdom's ways | X |
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| Where rocky mountains prop the skies | S |
| And round the smiling landscape lies | S |
| Whilst you look down with tearful eyes | S |
| On grovelling man | Y |
| My sympathetic fancy flies | S |
| The scene to scan | Y |
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| From Pisgah's top we then survey | Z |
| The blissful realms of endless day | Z |
| And all the short but narrow way | Z |
| That lies between | A2 |
| Whilst Faith emits a heavenly ray | Z |
| And cheers the scene | A2 |
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| With you I wander on the shore | B2 |
| To hear the angry surges roar | B2 |
| Whilst foaming through the sands they pour | B2 |
| With constant roll | C2 |
| And meditations heavenward soar | B2 |
| And charm the soul | C2 |
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| On life's rough sea we're tempest driven | I |
| In crazy barks our canvas riven | I |
| Such is the lot to mortals given | I |
| Where sins resort | D2 |
| But he whose anchor's fixed in heaven | I |
| Shall gain the port | D2 |
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| Though swelling waves oft beat him back | E2 |
| And tempests make him half a wreck | F2 |
| And passions strong with dangerous tack | E2 |
| Retard his course | G2 |
| Yet Christ the pilot all will check | F2 |
| And quell their force | G2 |
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| So talk we as we thoughtful stray | Z |
| Along the coast where dashing spray | Z |
| With rising mist o'erhangs the day | Z |
| And wets the shore | B2 |
| And thick the vivid flashes play | Z |
| And thunders roar | B2 |
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| Whilst passing o'er this giddy stage | H2 |
| A pious and a learned sage | H2 |
| Resolved eternal war to wage | H2 |
| With passions fell | I2 |
| How oft you view with holy rage | H2 |
| These imps of hell | I2 |
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| See with what madd'ning force they sway | Z |
| The human breast and lead astray | Z |
| Down the steep broad destructive way | Z |
| The giddy throng | J2 |
| Till grisly death sweeps all away | Z |
| The fiends among | K2 |
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| As when the mad tornado flies | S |
| And sounding mingles earth and skies | S |
| And wild confusion 'fore the eyes | S |
| In terrors dressed | L2 |
| So passions fell in whirlwinds rise | S |
| And rend the breast | L2 |
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| But whilst this direful tempest raves | M2 |
| And many barks are dashed to staves | M2 |
| I see you tower above the waves | M2 |
| Like some tall rock | N2 |
| Whose base the harmless ocean laves | M2 |
| Without a shock | N2 |
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| 'Tis He who calmed the raging sea | M2 |
| Who bids the waves be still in thee | M2 |
| And keeps you from all dangers free | M2 |
| Amidst the wreck | F2 |
| All sin and care and dangers flee | M2 |
| E'en at His beck | F2 |
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| And on that great and dreadful day | Z |
| When heaven and earth shall pass away | Z |
| Each soul to bliss He will convey | Z |
| That knows His name | M |
| And give the giddy world a prey | Z |
| To quenchless flame | M |
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| So oft when Sabbaths bade us rest | L2 |
| And heavenly zeal inspired your breast | L2 |
| Obedient to the high behest | L2 |
| You preached to all | O2 |
| Whilst God your zealous efforts blessed | L2 |
| And owned your call | O2 |
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| The very thought my soul inspires | M2 |
| And kindles bright her latent fires | M2 |
| My Muse feels heart warm fond desires | M2 |
| And spreads her wing | P2 |
| And aims to join th' angelic choirs | M2 |
| And sweetly sing | P2 |
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| May rosy Health with speed return | Q |
| And all your wonted ardour burn | Q |
| And sickness buried in his urn | Q |
| Sleep many years | M2 |
| So countless friends who loudly mourn | R |
| Shall dry their tears | M2 |
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| Your wailing flock will all rejoice | M2 |
| To hear their much loved shepherd's voice | M2 |
| And long will bless the happy choice | M2 |
| Their hearts have made | Q2 |
| And tuneful mirth will swell the noise | M2 |
| Through grove and glade | Q2 |
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| Your dearer half will join with me | M2 |
| To celebrate the jubilee | M2 |
| And praise the Great Eternal Three | M2 |
| With throbbing joy | R2 |
| And taste those pleasures pure and free | M2 |
| Which never cloy | R2 |
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