Thoughts On The Works Of Providence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Arise my soul on wings enraptur'd riseA
To praise the monarch of the earth and skiesA
Whose goodness and benificence appearB
As round its centre moves the rolling yearB
Or when the morning glows with rosy charmsC
Or the sun slumbers in the ocean's armsC
Of light divine be a rich portion lentD
To guide my soul and favour my intendE
Celestial muse my arduous flight sustainF
And raise my mind to a seraphic strainF
Ador'd for ever be the God unseenG
Which round the sun revolves this vast machineG
Though to his eye its mass a point appearsH
Ador'd the God that whirls surrounding spheresH
Which first ordain'd that mighty Sol should reignF
The peerless monarch of th' ethereal trainF
Of miles twice forty millions is his heightI
And yet his radiance dazzles mortal sightI
So far beneath from him th' extended earthJ
Vigour derives and ev'ry flow'ry birthJ
Vast through her orb she moves with easy graceK
Around her Phoebus in unbounded spaceK
True to her course th' impetuous storm deridesL
Triumphant o'er the winds and surging tidesL
Almighty in these wond'rous works of thineM
What Pow'r what Wisdom and what Goodness shineM
And are thy wonders Lord by men explor'dN
And yet creating glory unador'dN
Creation smiles in various beauty gayO
While day to night and night succeeds to dayO
That Wisdom which attends Jehovah's waysP
Shines most conspicuous in the solar raysP
Without them destitute of heat and lightN
This world would be the reign of endless nightN
In their excess how would our race complainF
Abhorring life how hate its length'ned chainF
From air adust what num'rous ills would riseA
What dire contagion taint the burning skiesA
What pestilential vapours fraught with deathQ
Would rise and overspread the lands beneathR
Hail smiling morn that from the orient mainF
Ascending dost adorn the heav'nly plainF
So rich so various are thy beauteous diesA
That spread through all the circuit of the skiesA
That full of thee my soul in rapture soarsS
And thy great God the cause of all adoresS
O'er beings infinite his love extendsT
His Wisdom rules them and his Pow'r defendsT
When tasks diurnal tire the human frameU
The spirits faint and dim the vital flameU
Then too that ever active bounty shinesV
Which not infinity of space confinesV
The sable veil that Night in silence drawsW
Conceals effects but shows th' Almighty CauseX
Night seals in sleep the wide creation fairY
And all is peaceful but the brow of careY
Again gay Phoebus as the day beforeZ
Wakes ev'ry eye but what shall wake no moreZ
Again the face of nature is renew'dN
Which still appears harmonious fair and goodN
May grateful strains salute the smiling mornA2
Before its beams the eastern hills adornA2
Shall day to day and night to night conspireB2
To show the goodness of the Almighty SireB2
This mental voice shall man regardless hearC2
And never never raise the filial pray'rD2
To day O hearken nor your folly mournA2
For time mispent that never will returnE2
But see the sons of vegetation riseA
And spread their leafy banners to the skiesA
All wise Almighty Providence we traceK
In trees and plants and all the flow'ry raceK
As clear as in the nobler frame of manF2
All lovely copies of the Maker's planF2
The pow'r the same that forms a ray of lightN
That call d creation from eternal nightN
Let there be light he said from his profoundN
Old Chaos heard and trembled at the soundN
Swift as the word inspir'd by pow'r divineM
Behold the light around its Maker shineM
The first fair product of th' omnific GodN
And now through all his works diffus'd abroadN
As reason's pow'rs by day our God discloseG2
So we may trace him in the night's reposeG2
Say what is sleep and dreams how passing strangeH2
When action ceases and ideas rangeH2
Licentious and unbounded o'er the plainsI2
Where Fancy's queen in giddy triumph reignsI2
Hear in soft strains the dreaming lover sighJ2
To a kind fair or rave in jealousyK2
On pleasure now and now on vengeance bentN
The lab'ring passions struggle for a ventN
What pow'r O man thy reason then restoresS
So long suspended in nocturnal hoursL2
What secret hand returns the mental trainF
And gives improv'd thine active pow'rs againM2
From thee O man what gratitude should riseA
And when from balmy sleep thou op'st thine eyesA
Let thy first thoughts be praises to the skiesA
How merciful our God who thus impartsN2
O'erflowing tides of joy to human heartsN2
When wants and woes might be our righteous lotN
Our God forgetting by our God forgotN
Among the mental pow'rs a question roseG2
What most the image of th' Eternal showsG2
When thus to Reason so let Fancy roveO2
Her great companion spoke immortal LoveP2
Say mighty pow'r how long shall strife prevailQ2
And with its murmurs load the whisp'ring galeQ2
Refer the cause to Recollection's shrineM
Who loud proclaims my origin divineM
The cause whence heav'n and earth began to beK2
And is not man immortaliz'd by meK2
Reason let this most causeless strife subsideN
Thus Love pronounc'd and Reason thus reply'dN
Thy birth coelestial queen 'tis mine to ownR2
In thee resplendent is the Godhead shownR2
Thy words persuade my soul enraptur'd feelsS2
Resistless beauty which thy smile revealsS2
Ardent she spoke and kindling at her charmsC
She clasp'd the blooming goddess in her armsC
Infinite Love where'er we turn our eyesA
Appears this ev'ry creature's wants suppliesA
This most is heard in Nature's constant voiceT2
This makes the morn and this the eve rejoiceT2
This bids the fost'ring rains and dews descendN
To nourish all to serve one gen'ral endN
The good of man yet man ungrateful paysP
But little homage and but little praiseP
To him whose works arry'd with mercy shineM
What songs should rise how constant how divineM

Phillis Wheatley



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