Johannes Agricola In Meditation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCDEDDFGFGGHIJKI LMLMMNLNLLOPOQQRDRDD JSJSSLTLTTAIAIISUSUU

There's heaven above and night by nightA
I look right through its gorgeous roofB
No suns and moons though e'er so brightA
Avail to stop me splendor proofB
I keep the broods of stars aloofB
For I intend to get to GodC
For 't is to God I speed so fastD
For in God's breast my own abodeE
Those shoals of dazzling glory passedD
I lay my spirit down at lastD
I lie where I have always lainF
God smiles as he has always smiledG
Ere suns and moons could wax and waneF
Ere stars were thundergirt or piledG
The heavens God thought on me his childG
Ordained a life for me arrayedH
Its circumstances every oneI
To the minutest ay God saidJ
This head this hand should rest uponK
Thus ere he fashioned star or sunI
And having thus created meL
Thus rooted me he bade me growM
Guiltless forever like a treeL
That buds and blooms nor seeks to knowM
The law by which it prospers soM
But sure that thought and word and deedN
All go to swell his love for meL
Me made because that love had needN
Of something irreversiblyL
Pledged solely its content to beL
Yes yes a tree which must ascendO
No poison gourd foredoomed to stoopP
I have God's warrant could I blendO
All hideous sins as in a cupQ
To drink the mingled venoms upQ
Secure my nature will convertR
The draught to blossoming gladness fastD
While sweet dews turn to the gourd's hurtR
And bloat and while they bloat it blastD
As from the first its lot was castD
For as I lie smiled on full fedJ
By unexhausted power to blessS
I gaze below on hell's fierce bedJ
And those its waves of flame oppressS
Swarming in ghastly wretchednessS
Whose life on earth aspired to beL
One altar smoke so pure to winT
If not love like God's love for meL
At least to keep his anger inT
And all their striving turned to sinT
Priest doctor hermit monk grown whiteA
With prayer the broken hearted nunI
The martyr the wan acolyteA
The incense swinging child undoneI
Before God fashioned star or sunI
God whom I praise how could I praiseS
If such as I might understandU
Make out and reckon on his waysS
And bargain for his love and standU
Paying a price at his right handU

Robert Browning



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