Rabbi Ben Ezra Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCD EE FF GGHIIH JJKLLK MMNMMN OOPQQR SSTAAT MMUMMU VVWXX YYMZZ A2A2MMMM UU B2B2 C2D2E2MME2 F2G2MMMM RRMH2H2M I2I2UMM J2J2MQQ MMMK2L2M M2M2MMMMMMN2MMN2 O2O2MMMM MMNP2P2N Q2Q2R2MMR2 S2S2MRRM MMMAAM T2T2MMM O2O2RAAR U2U2MMMM V2W2X2Y2Y2X2 Z2Z2T2PPT2 LLMJ2J2M A3A3H2MMH2

Grow old along with meA
The best is yet to beA
The last of life for which the first was madeB
Our times are in His handC
Who saith 'A whole I plannedC
Youth shows but half trust God see all nor be afraid 'D
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Not that amassing flowersE
Youth sighed 'Which rose make oursE
Which lily leave and then as best recall '-
Not that admiring starsF
It yearned 'Nor Jove nor MarsF
Mine be some figured flame which blends transcends them all '-
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Not for such hopes and fearsG
Annulling youth's brief yearsG
Do I remonstrate folly wide the markH
Rather I prize the doubtI
Low kinds exist withoutI
Finished and finite clods untroubled by a sparkH
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Poor vaunt of life indeedJ
Were man but formed to feedJ
On joy to solely seek and find and feastK
Such feasting ended thenL
As sure an end to menL
Irks care the crop full bird Frets doubt the maw crammed beastK
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Rejoice we are alliedM
To That which doth provideM
And not partake effect and not receiveN
A spark disturbs our clodM
Nearer we hold of GodM
Who gives than of His tribes that take I must believeN
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Then welcome each rebuffO
That turns earth's smoothness roughO
Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but goP
Be our joys three parts painQ
Strive and hold cheap the strainQ
Learn nor account the pang dare never grudge the throeR
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For thence a paradoxS
Which comforts while it mocksS
Shall life succeed in that it seems to failT
What I aspired to beA
And was not comforts meA
A brute I might have been but would not sink i' the scaleT
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What is he but a bruteM
Whose flesh has soul to suitM
Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want playU
To man propose this testM
Thy body at its bestM
How far can that project thy soul on its lone wayU
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Yet gifts should prove their useV
I own the Past profuseV
Of power each side perfection every turnW
Eyes ears took in their doleX
Brain treasured up the wholeX
Should not the heart beat once 'How good to live and learn '-
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Not once beat 'Praise be ThineY
I see the whole designY
I who saw power see now love perfect tooM
Perfect I call Thy planZ
Thanks that I was a manZ
Maker remake complete I trust what Thou shalt do '-
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For pleasant is this fleshA2
Our soul in its rose meshA2
Pulled ever to the earth still yearns for restM
Would we some prize might holdM
To match those manifoldM
Possessions of the brute gain most as we did bestM
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Let us not always sayU
'Spite of this flesh to dayU
I strove made head gained ground upon the whole '-
As the bird wings and singsB2
Let us cry 'All good thingsB2
Are ours nor soul helps flesh more now than flesh helps soul '-
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Therefore I summon ageC2
To grant youth's heritageD2
Life's struggle having so far reached its termE2
Thence shall I pass approvedM
A man for aye removedM
From the developed brute a god though in the germE2
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And I shall thereuponF2
Take rest ere I be goneG2
Once more on my adventure brave and newM
Fearless and unperplexedM
When I wage battle nextM
What weapons to select what armour to indueM
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Youth ended I shall tryR
My gain or loss therebyR
Leave the fire ashes what survives is goldM
And I shall weigh the sameH2
Give life its praise or blameH2
Young all lay in dispute I shall know being oldM
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For note when evening shutsI2
A certain moment cutsI2
The deed off calls the glory from the greyU
A whisper from the westM
Shoots 'Add this to the restM
Take it and try its worth here dies another day '-
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So still within this lifeJ2
Though lifted o'er its strifeJ2
Let me discern compare pronounce at lastM
This rage was right i' the mainQ
That acquiescence vainQ
The Future I may face now I have proved the Past '-
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For more is not reservedM
To man with soul just nervedM
To act to morrow what he learns to dayM
Here work enough to watchK2
The Master work and catchL2
Hints of the proper craft tricks of the tool's true playM
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As it was better youthM2
Should strive through acts uncouthM2
Toward making than repose on aught found madeM
So better age exemptM
From strife should know than temptM
Further Thou waitedst age wait death nor be afraidM
Enough now if the RightM
And Good and InfiniteM
Be named here as thou callest thy hand thine ownN2
With knowledge absoluteM
Subject to no disputeM
From fools that crowded youth nor let thee feel aloneN2
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Be there for once and allO2
Severed great minds from smallO2
Announced to each his station in the PastM
Was I the world arraignedM
Were they my soul disdainedM
Right Let age speak the truth and give us peace at lastM
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Now who shall arbitrateM
Ten men love what I hateM
Shun what I follow slight what I receiveN
Ten who in ears and eyesP2
Match me we all surmiseP2
They this thing and I that whom shall my soul believeN
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Not on the vulgar massQ2
Called 'work ' must sentence passQ2
Things done that took the eye and had the priceR2
O'er which from level standM
The low world laid its handM
Found straightway to its mind could value in a triceR2
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But all the world's coarse thumbS2
And finger failed to plumbS2
So passed in making up the main accountM
All instincts immatureR
All purposes unsureR
That weighed not as his work yet swelled the man's amountM
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Thoughts hardly to be packedM
Into a narrow actM
Fancies that broke through language and escapedM
All I could never beA
All men ignored in meA
This I was worth to God whose wheel the pitcher shapedM
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Ay note that Potter's wheelT2
That metaphor and feelT2
Why time spins fast why passive lies our clayM
Thou to whom fools propoundM
When the wine makes its roundM
'Since life fleets all is change the Past gone seize to day '-
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Fool All that is at allO2
Lasts ever past recallO2
Earth changes but thy soul and God stand sureR
What entered into theeA
That was is and shall beA
Time's wheel runs back or stops Potter and clay endureR
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He fixed thee mid this danceU2
Of plastic circumstanceU2
This Present thou forsooth wouldst fain arrestM
Machinery just meantM
To give thy soul its bentM
Try thee and turn thee forth sufficiently impressedM
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What though the earlier groovesV2
Which ran the laughing lovesW2
Around thy base no longer pause and pressX2
What though about thy rimY2
Skull things in order grimY2
Grow out in graver mood obey the sterner stressX2
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Look not thou down but upZ2
To uses of a cupZ2
The festal board lamp's flash and trumpet's pealT2
The new wine's foaming flowP
The Master's lips a glowP
Thou heaven's consummate cup what need'st thou with earth's wheelT2
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But I need now as thenL
Thee God who mouldest menL
And since not even while the whirl was worstM
Did I to the wheel of lifeJ2
With shapes and colours rifeJ2
Bound dizzily mistake my end to slake Thy thirstM
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So take and use Thy workA3
Amend what flaws may lurkA3
What strain o' the stuff what warpings past the aimH2
My times be in Thy handM
Perfect the cup as plannedM
Let age approve of youth and death complete the sameH2

Robert Browning



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