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Epistle To The Rev J'' B'', Whilst Journeying For The Recovery Of His Health Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
'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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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