On The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Sewell, 1769 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFCCFFFFGGHH IIFFFFFJKFFCCLLMMNNF FFFMMFFOPQQ| Ere yet the morn its lovely blushes spread | A |
| See Sewell number'd with the happy dead | A |
| Hail holy man arriv'd th' immortal shore | B |
| Though we shall hear thy warning voice no more | B |
| Come let us all behold with wishful eyes | C |
| The saint ascending to his native skies | C |
| From hence the prophet wing'd his rapt'rous way | D |
| To the blest mansions in eternal day | D |
| Then begging for the Spirit of our God | E |
| And panting eager for the same abode | F |
| Come let us all with the same vigour rise | C |
| And take a prospect of the blissful skies | C |
| While on our minds Christ's image is imprest | F |
| And the dear Saviour glows in ev'ry breast | F |
| Thrice happy faint to find thy heav'n at last | F |
| What compensation for the evils past | F |
| Great God incomprehensible unknown | G |
| By sense we bow at thine exalted throne | G |
| O while we beg thine excellence to feel | H |
| Thy sacred Spirit to our hearts reveal | H |
| And give us of that mercy to partake | I |
| Which thou hast promis'd for the Saviour's sake | I |
| Sewell is dead Swift pinion'd Fame thus cry'd | F |
| Is Sewell dead my trembling tongue reply'd | F |
| O what a blessing in his flight deny'd | F |
| How oft for us the holy prophet pray'd | F |
| How oft to us the Word of Life convey'd | F |
| By duty urg'd my mournful verse to close | J |
| I for his tomb this epitaph compose | K |
| Lo here a man redeem'd by Jesus's blood | F |
| A sinner once but now a saint with God | F |
| Behold ye rich ye poor ye fools ye wise | C |
| Not let his monument your heart surprise | C |
| Twill tell you what this holy man has done | L |
| Which gives him brighter lustre than the sun | L |
| Listen ye happy from your seats above | M |
| I speak sincerely while I speak and love | M |
| He fought the paths of piety and truth | N |
| By these made happy from his early youth | N |
| In blooming years that grace divine he felt | F |
| Which rescues sinners from the chains of guilt | F |
| Mourn him ye indigent whom he has fed | F |
| And henceforth seek like him for living bread | F |
| Ev'n Christ the bread descending from above | M |
| And ask an int'rest in his saving love | M |
| Mourn him ye youth to whom he oft has told | F |
| God's gracious wonders from the times of old | F |
| I too have cause this mighty loss to mourn | O |
| For he my monitor will not return | P |
| O when shall we to his blest state arrive | Q |
| When the same graces in our bosoms thrive | Q |
Phillis Wheatley
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