Hymn To The Penates Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Yet one Song more one high and solemn strain	A
Ere PAEAN on thy temple's ruined wall	B
I hang the silent harp there may its strings	C
When the rude tempest shakes the aged pile	D
Make melancholy music One Song more	E
PENATES hear me for to you I hymn	F
The votive lay Whether as sages deem	G
Ye dwell in the inmost Heaven the COUNSELLORS	H
Of JOVE or if SUPREME OF DEITIES	I
All things are yours and in your holy train	A
JOVE proudly ranks and JUNO white arm'd Queen	J
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And wisest of Immortals aweful Maid	K
ATHENIAN PALLAS Venerable Powers	H
Hearken your hymn of praise tho' from your rites	L
Estranged and exiled from your altars long	M
I have not ceased to love you HOUSEHOLD GODS	N
In many a long and melancholy hour	O
Of solitude and sorrow has my heart	P
With earnest longings prayed to rest at length	Q
Beside your hallowed hearth for PEACE is there	R
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Yes I have loved you long I call on you	S
Yourselves to witness with what holy joy	T
Shunning the polished mob of human kind	U
I have retired to watch your lonely fires	H
And commune with myself Delightful hours	H
That gave mysterious pleasure made me know	V
All the recesses of my wayward heart	P
Taught me to cherish with devoutest care	R
Its strange unworldly feelings taught me too	S
The best of lessons to respect myself	W
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Nor have I ever ceas'd to reverence you	S
DOMESTIC DEITIES from the first dawn	X
Of reason thro' the adventurous paths of youth	Y
Even to this better day when on mine ear	Z
The uproar of contending nations sounds	A2
But like the passing wind and wakes no pulse	B2
To tumult When a child for still I love	C2
To dwell with fondness on my childish years	D2
Even as that Persian favorite would retire	E2
From the court's dangerous pageantry and pomp	F2
To gaze upon his shepherd garb and weep	G2
Rememb'ring humble happiness When first	H2
A little one I left my father's home	I2
I can remember the first grief I felt	J2
And the first painful smile that cloathed my front	K2
With feelings not its own sadly at night	L2
I sat me down beside a stranger's hearth	M2
And when the lingering hour of rest was come	N2
First wet with tears my pillow As I grew	S
In years and knowledge and the course of Time	O2
Developed the young feelings of my heart	P
When most I loved in solitude to rove	P2
Amid the woodland gloom or where the rocks	Q2
Darken'd old Avon's stream in the ivied cave	R2
Recluse to sit and brood the future song	M
Yet not the less PENATES loved I then	S2
Your altars not the less at evening hour	O
Delighted by the well trimm'd fire to sit	T2
Absorbed in many a dear deceitful dream	G
Of visionary joys deceitful dreams	U2
Not wholly vain for painting purest joys	V2
They form'd to Fancy's mould her votary's heart	P
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By Cherwell's sedgey side and in the meads	W2
Where Isis in her calm clear stream reflects	X2
The willow's bending boughs at earliest dawn	X
In the noon tide hour and when the night mists rose	Y2
I have remembered you and when the noise	V2
Of loud intemperance on my lonely ear	Z
Burst with loud tumult as recluse I sat	Z2
Pondering on loftiest themes of man redeemed	A3
From servitude and vice and wretchedness	V2
I blest you HOUSEHOLD GODS because I loved	B3
Your peaceful altars and serener rites	V2
Nor did I cease to reverence you when driven	C3
Amid the jarring crowd an unfit man	D3
To mingle with the world still still my heart	P
Sighed for your sanctuary and inly pined	U
And loathing human converse I have strayed	K
Where o'er the sea beach chilly howl'd the blast	E3
And gaz'd upon the world of waves and wished	F3
That I were far beyond the Atlantic deep	G2
In woodland haunts a sojourner with PEACE	V2
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Not idly fabled they the Bards inspired	G3
Who peopled Earth with Deities They trod	H3
The wood with reverence where the DRYADS dwelt	J2
At day's dim dawn or evening's misty hour	O
They saw the OREADS on their mountain haunts	V2
And felt their holy influence nor impure	I3
Of thought or ever with polluted hands	V2
Touched they without a prayer the NAIAD'S spring	J3
Yet was their influence transient such brief awe	K3
Inspiring as the thunder's long loud peal	L3
Strikes to the feeble spirit HOUSEHOLD GODS	V2
Not such your empire in your votaries' breasts	V2
No momentary impulse ye awake	M3
Nor fleeting like their local energies	V2
The deep devotion that your fanes impart	P
O ye whom YOUTH has wilder'd on your way	N3
Or VICE with fair mask'd foulness or the lure	I3
Of FAME that calls ye to her crowded paths	V2
With FOLLY's rattle to your HOUSEHOLD GODS	V2
Return for not in VICE's gay abodes	V2
Not in the unquiet unsafe halls of FAME	O3
Does HAPPINESS abide O ye who weep	G2
Much for the many miseries of Mankind	U
More for their vices ye whose honest eyes	V2
Frown on OPPRESSION ye whose honest hearts	V2
Beat high when FREEDOM sounds her dread tocsin	D3
O ye who quit the path of peaceful life	P3
Crusading for mankind a spaniel race	V2
That lick the hand that beats them or tear all	B
Alike in frenzy to your HOUSEHOLD GODS	V2
Return for by their altars VIRTUE dwells	V2
And HAPPINESS with her for by their fires	V2
TRANQUILLITY in no unsocial mood	Q3
Sits silent listening to the pattering shower	O
For so SUSPICION sleep not at the gate	R3
Of WISDOM FALSEHOOD shall not enter there	R
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As on the height of some huge eminence	V2
Reach'd with long labour the way faring man	D3
Pauses awhile and gazing o'er the plain	D3
With many a sore step travelled turns him then	D3
Serious to contemplate the onward road	S3
And calls to mind the comforts of his home	I2
And sighs that he has left them and resolves	V2
To stray no more I on my way of life	P3
Muse thus PENATES and with firmest faith	T3
Devote myself to you I will not quit	T2
To mingle with the mob your calm abodes	V2
Where by the evening hearth CONTENTMENT sits	V2
And hears the cricket chirp where LOVE delights	V2
To dwell and on your altars lays his torch	U3
That burns with no extinguishable flame	O3
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Hear me ye POWERS benignant there is one	D3
Must be mine inmate for I may not chuse	V2
But love him He is one whom many wrongs	V2
Have sicken'd of the world There was a time	O2
When he would weep to hear of wickedness	V2
And wonder at the tale when for the opprest	T2
He felt a brother's pity to the oppressor	O
A good man's honest anger His quick eye	V3
Betray'd each rising feeling every thought	T2
Leapt to his tongue When first among mankind	T2
He mingled by himself he judged of them	W3
And loved and trusted them to Wisdom deaf	X3
And took them to his bosom FALSEHOOD met	T2
Her unsuspecting victim fair of front	T2
And lovely as Apega's sculptured form	Y3
Like that false image caught his warm embrace	V2
And gored his open breast The reptile race	V2
Clung round his bosom and with viper folds	V2
Encircling stung the fool who fostered them	W3
His mother was SIMPLICITY his sire	O
BENEVOLENCE in earlier days he bore	E
His father's name the world who injured him	F
Call him MISANTHROPY I may not chuse	V2
But love him HOUSEHOLD GODS for we were nurst	T2
In the same school	Z3
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PENATES some there are	A4
Who say that not in the inmost heaven ye dwell	B4
Gazing with eye remote on all the ways	V2
Of man his GUARDIAN GODS wiselier they deem	G
A dearer interest to the human race	V2
Links you yourselves the SPIRITS OF THE DEAD	T2
No mortal eye may pierce the invisible world	T2
No light of human reason penetrate	T2
That depth where Truth lies hid Yet to this faith	T3
My heart with instant sympathy assents	V2
And I would judge all systems and all faiths	V2
By that best touchstone from whose test DECEIT	T2
Shrinks like the Arch Fiend at Ithuriel's spear	C4
And SOPHISTRY'S gay glittering bubble bursts	V2
As at the spousals of the Nereid's son	D3
When that false Florimel by her prototype	D4
Display'd in rivalry with all her charms	V2
Dissolved away	N3
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Nor can the halls of Heaven	D3
Give to the human soul such kindred joy	T
As hovering o'er its earthly haunts it feels	V2
When with the breeze it wantons round the brow	E4
Of one beloved on earth or when at night	T2
In dreams it comes and brings with it the DAYS	V2
And JOYS that are no more Or when perchance	V2
With power permitted to alleviate ill	F4
And fit the sufferer for the coming woe	V
Some strange presage the SPIRIT breathes and fills	V2
The breast with ominous fear and disciplines	V2
For sorrow pours into the afflicted heart	T2
The balm of resignation and inspires	V2
With heavenly hope Even as a Child delights	V2
To visit day by day the favorite plant	T2
His hand has sown to mark its gradual growth	G4
And watch all anxious for the promised flower	O
Thus to the blessed spirit in innocence	V2
And pure affections like a little child	T2
Sweet will it be to hover o'er the friends	V2
Beloved then sweetest if as Duty prompts	V2
With earthly care we in their breasts have sown	D3
The seeds of Truth and Virtue holy flowers	V2
Whose odour reacheth Heaven	D3
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When my sick Heart	T2
Sick with hope long delayed than which no care	R
Presses the crush'd heart heavier from itself	W
Seeks the best comfort often have I deemed	T2
That thou didst witness every inmost thought	T2
SEWARD my dear dead friend for not in vain	D3
Oh early summon'd in thy heavenly course	V2
Was thy brief sojourn here me didst thou leave	H4
With strengthen'd step to follow the right path	I4
Till we shall meet again Meantime I soothe	J4
The deep regret of Nature with belief	K4
My EDMUND that thine eye's celestial ken	D3
Pervades me now marking no mean joy	T
The movements of the heart that loved thee well	B4
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Such feelings Nature prompts and hence your rites	V2
DOMESTIC GODS arose When for his son	D3
With ceaseless grief Syrophanes bewail'd	T2
Mourning his age left childless and his wealth	L4
Heapt for an alien he with fixed eye	V3
Still on the imaged marble of the dead	T2
Dwelt pampering sorrow Thither from his wrath	I4
A safe asylum fled the offending slave	R2
And garlanded the statue and implored	T2
His young lost Lord to save Remembrance then	D3
Softened the father and he loved to see	V2
The votive wreath renewed and the rich smoke	M4
Curl from the costly censer slow and sweet	T2
From Egypt soon the sorrow soothing rites	V2
Divulging spread before your idol forms	V2
By every hearth the blinded Pagan knelt	T2
Pouring his prayers to these and offering there	R
Vain sacrifice or impious and sometimes	V2
With human blood your sanctuary defil'd	T2
Till the first BRUTUS tyrant conquering chief	K4
Arose he first the impious rites put down	D3
He fitliest who for FREEDOM lived and died	T2
The friend of humankind Then did your feasts	V2
Frequent recur and blameless and when came	O3
The solemn festival whose happiest rites	V2
Emblem'd EQUALITY the holiest truth	Y
Crown'd with gay garlands were your statues seen	D3
To you the fragrant censer smok'd to you	S
The rich libation flow'd vain sacrifice	V2
For nor the poppy wreath nor fruits nor wine	D3
Ye ask PENATES nor the altar cleans'd	T2
With many a mystic form ye ask the heart	T2
Made pure and by domestic Peace and Love	C2
Hallowed to you	S
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Hearken your hymn of praise	V2
PENATES to your shrines I come for rest	T2
There only to be found Often at eve	H4
Amid my wanderings I have seen far off	N4
The lonely light that spake of comfort there	R
It told my heart of many a joy of home	I2
And my poor heart was sad When I have gazed	T2
From some high eminence on goodly vales	V2
And cots and villages embower'd below	V
The thought would rise that all to me was strange	O4
Amid the scene so fair nor one small spot	T2
Where my tir'd mind might rest and call it home	I2
There is a magic in that little word	T2
It is a mystic circle that surrounds	V2
Comforts and Virtues never known beyond	T2
The hallowed limit Often has my heart	T2
Ached for that quiet haven haven'd now	E4
I think of those in this world's wilderness	V2
Who wander on and find no home of rest	T2
Till to the grave they go them POVERTY	T2
Hollow eyed fiend the child of WEALTH and POWER	O
Bad offspring of worse parents aye afflicts	V2
Cankering with her foul mildews the chill'd heart	T2
Them WANT with scorpion scourge drives to the den	D3
Of GUILT them SLAUGHTER with the price of death	P4
Buys for her raven brood Oh not on them	W3
GOD OF ETERNAL JUSTICE not on them	W3
Let fall thy thunder	O
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HOUSEHOLD DEITIES	V2
Then only shall be Happiness on earth	Q4
When Man shall feel your sacred power and love	C2
Your tranquil joys then shall the city stand	T2
A huge void sepulchre and rising fair	R
Amid the ruins of the palace pile	D
The Olive grow there shall the TREE OF PEACE	V2
Strike its roots deep and flourish This the state	T2
Shall bless the race redeemed of Man when WEALTH	L4
And POWER and all their hideous progeny	T2
Shall sink annihilate and all mankind	T2
Live in the equal brotherhood of LOVE	C2
Heart calming hope and sure for hitherward	T2
Tend all the tumults of the troubled world	T2
Its woes its wisdom and its wickedness	V2
Alike so he hath will'd whose will is just	T2
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Meantime all hoping and expecting all	B
In patient faith to you DOMESTIC GODS	V2
I come studious of other lore than song	M
Of my past years the solace and support	T2
Yet shall my Heart remember the past years	V2
With honest pride trusting that not in vain	D3
Lives the pure song of LIBERTY and TRUTH	Y
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Footnote Hence one explanation of the name Penates because they	N3
were supposed to reign in the inmost Heavens	V2
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Footnote	T2
This was the belief of the ancient Hetrusci who called them Consentes	V2
and Complicces	V2
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Footnote	T2
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Oft tho' Wisdom wake Suspicion sleeps	V2
At Wisdom's gate and to Simplicity	T2
Resigns her charge while Goodness thinks no ill	F4
Where no ill seems	V2
MILTON	D3
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Footnote One of the Ways and Means of the Tyrant Nabis If one of	C2
his Subjects refused to lend him money he commanded him to embrace his	V2
Apega the statue of a beautiful Woman so formed as to clasp the victim	N2
to her breast in which a pointed dagger was concealed	T2
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Footnote	T2
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Then did he set her by that snowy one	D3
Like the true saint beside the image set	T2
Of both their beauties to make paragone	D3
And trial whether should the honour get	T2
Streightway so soone as both together met	T2
The enchaunted damzell vanish'd into nought	T2
Her snowy substance melted as with heat	T2
Ne of that goodly hew remayned ought	T2
But the emptie girdle which about her wast was wrought	T2
SPENCER	O
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Footnote Hope deferred maketh the heart sick PROVERBS	V2
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Qua non gravior mortalibus addita cura	O
SPES ubi longa venit	T2
STATIUS	V2
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Footnote It is not certainly known under what form the Penates were	O
worshipped Some assert as wooden or brazen rods shaped like trumpets	V2
others that they were represented as young men	D3
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Footnote The Saturnalia	F4

Robert Southey

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