To A Clergyman On The Death Of His Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGGHHIIGGJJ KKLLJJMMNNGGOPOFFBBQ QRR| Where contemplation finds her sacred spring | A |
| Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring | A |
| Where virtue reigns unsully'd and divine | B |
| Where wisdom thron'd and all the graces shine | B |
| There sits thy spouse amidst the radiant throng | C |
| While praise eternal warbles from her tongue | D |
| There choirs angelic shout her welcome round | E |
| With perfect bliss and peerless glory crown'd | E |
| While thy dear mate to flesh no more confin'd | F |
| Exults a blest an heav n ascended mind | F |
| Say in thy breast shall floods of sorrow rise | G |
| Say shall its torrents overwhelm thine eyes | G |
| Amid the seats of heav'n a place is free | H |
| And angels open their bright ranks for thee | H |
| For thee they wait and with expectant eye | I |
| Thy spouse leans downward from th' empyreal sky | I |
| O come away her longing spirit cries | G |
| And share with me the raptures of the skies | G |
| Our bliss divine to mortals is unknown | J |
| Immortal life and glory are our own | J |
| There too may the dear pledges of our love | K |
| Arrive and taste with us the joys above | K |
| Attune the harp to more than mortal lays | L |
| And join with us the tribute of their praise | L |
| To him who dy'd stern justice to stone | J |
| And make eternal glory all our own | J |
| He in his death slew ours and as he rose | M |
| He crush'd the dire dominion of our foes | M |
| Vain were their hopes to put the God to flight | N |
| Chain us to hell and bar the gates of light | N |
| She spoke and turn'd from mortal scenes her eyes | G |
| Which beam'd celestial radiance o'er the skies | G |
| Then thou dear man no more with grief retire | O |
| Let grief no longer damp devotion's fire | P |
| But rise sublime to equal bliss aspire | O |
| Thy sighs no more be wafted by the wind | F |
| No more complain but be to heav'n resign'd | F |
| 'Twas thine t' unfold the oracles divine | B |
| To sooth our woes the task was also thine | B |
| Now sorrow is incumbent on thy heart | Q |
| Permit the muse a cordial to impart | Q |
| Who can to thee their tend'rest aid refuse | R |
| To dry thy tears how longs the heav'nly muse | R |
Phillis Wheatley
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