To The Rev. J. Gilpin, On His Improved Edition Of The "pilgrim's Progress." Poem Rhyme Scheme

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When Reverend Sir your good design	A
To clothe our Pilgrim gravely fine	A
And give him gentler mien and gait	B
First reached my ear his doubtful fate	B
With dread suspense my mind oppressed	C
Awoke my fears and broke my rest	C
Yet still had England said You're free	D
Choose whom you will dear sir to thee	D
For dress beseeming modest worth	E
I would have led our pilgrim forth	F
	-
But when I viewed him o'er and o'er	G
And scrutinized the weeds he wore	H
And marked his mien and marked his gait	B
And saw him trample sin elate	B
And heard him speak though coarse and plain	I
His mighty truths in nervous strain	I
I could not gain my own consent	J
To your acknowledged good intent	J
	-
I had my fears lest honest John	K
When he beheld his polished son	L
If saints ought earthly care to know	M
Would take him for some Bond Street beau	M
Or for that thing it wants a name	N
Devoid of truth of sense and shame	N
Which smooths its chin and licks its lip	O
And mounts the pulpit with a skip	O
Then turning round its pretty face	P
To smite each fair one in the place	P
Relaxes half to vacant smile	Q
And aims with trope and polished style	Q
And lisp affected to pourtray	H
Its silly self in colours gay	R
Its fusty moral stuff t' unload	S
And preach itself and not its God	T
Thus wishing doubting trembling led	U
I oped your book your Pilgrim read	U
	-
As rising Phoebus lights the skies	V
And fading night before him flies	V
Till darkness to his cave is hurled	W
And golden day has gilt the world	W
Nor vapour cloud nor mist is seen	X
To sully all the pure serene	X
So as I read each modest line	A
Increasing light began to shine	A
My cloudy fears and doubts gave way	R
Till all around shone Heaven's own day	R
	-
And when I closed the book thought I	Y
Should Bunyan leave his throne on high	Y
He'd own the kindness you have done	L
To Christian his orphan son	L
And smiling as once Eden smiled	Z
Would thus address his holy child	Z
	-
My son ere I removed from hence	A2
I spared nor labour nor expense	A2
To gain for you the heavenly prize	V
And teach you to make others wise	V
But still though inward worth was thine	A
You lay a diamond in the mine	A
You wanted outward polish bright	B2
To show your pure intrinsic light	B2
Some knew your worth and seized the prize	V
And now are throned in the skies	V
Whilst others swilled with folly's wine	A
But trod the pearl like the swine	A
In ignorance sunk in their grave	C2
And thence where burning oceans lave	C2
Now polished bright your native flame	N
And inward worth are still the same	N
A flaming diamond still you glow	M
In brighter hues then cheery go	M
More suited by a skilful hand	D2
To do your father's high command	D2
Fit ornament for sage or clown	E2
Or beggar's rags or kingly crown	E2

Patrick Bronte

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