On The Death Of Rev. Mr. George Whitefield Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGGHHIIGGJ JKKLMCBNOPPQRSSTTUUV WXXIITT YZHAIL happy saint on thine immortal throne | A |
Possest of glory life and bliss unknown | A |
We hear no more the music of thy tongue | B |
Thy wonted auditories cease to throng | C |
Thy sermons in unequall'd accents flow'd | D |
And ev'ry bosom with devotion glow'd | D |
Thou didst in strains of eloquence refin'd | E |
Inflame the heart and captivate the mind | E |
Unhappy we the setting sun deplore | F |
So glorious once but ah it shines no more | F |
Behold the prophet in his tow'ring flight | G |
He leaves the earth for heav'n's unmeasur'd height | G |
And worlds unknown receive him from our sight | G |
There Whitefield wings with rapid course his way | H |
And sails to Zion through vast seas of day | H |
Thy pray'rs great saint and thine incessant cries | I |
Have pierc'd the bosom of thy native skies | I |
Thou moon hast seen and all the stars of light | G |
How he has wrestled with his God by night | G |
He pray'd that grace in ev'ry heart might dwell | J |
He long'd to see America excell | J |
He charg'd its youth that ev'ry grace divine | K |
Should with full lustre in their conduct shine | K |
That Saviour which his soul did first receive | L |
The greatest gift that ev'n a God can give | M |
He freely offer'd to the num'rous throng | C |
That on his lips with list'ning pleasure hung | B |
quot Take him ye wretched for your only good | N |
quot Take him ye starving sinners for your food | O |
quot Ye thirsty come to this life giving stream | P |
quot Ye preachers take him for your joyful theme | P |
quot Take him my dear Americans he said | Q |
quot Be your complaints on his kind bosom laid | R |
quot Take him ye Africans he longs for you | S |
quot Impartial Saviour is his title due | S |
quot Wash'd in the fountain of redeeming blood | T |
quot You shall be sons and kings and priests to God quot | T |
Great Countess we Americans revere | U |
Thy name and mingle in thy grief sincere | U |
New England deeply feels the Orphans mourn | V |
Their more than father will no more return | W |
But though arrested by the hand of death | X |
Whitefield no more exerts his lab'ring breath | X |
Yet let us view him in th' eternal skies | I |
Let ev'ry heart to this bright vision rise | I |
While the tomb safe retains its sacred trust | T |
Till life divine re animates his dust | T |
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The Countess of Huntingdon to whom Mr Whitefield was | Y |
Chaplain | Z |
Phillis Wheatley
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