Our Lady Of The Sackcloth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFCG HIJI KLML JMNM MOKO PQRQ KLML JRSR RITI RURU KAHA RRCR KRVR RWRW UUMU AXUX ARNR NFYG KUMU JMTM

There was a Priest at PhilaeA
Tongue tied feeble and oldB
And the daily prayer to the VirginC
Was all the Office he couldD
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The others were ill rememberedE
Mumbled and hard to hearF
But to Mary the two fold VirginC
Always his voice rang clearG
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And the congregation mocked himH
And the weight of the years he boreI
And they sent word to the BishopJ
That he should not serve them moreI
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Never again at the OfferingK
When the Bread and the Body are oneL
Oh never the picture of MaryM
Watching him serve her SonL
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Kindly and wise was the BishopJ
Unto the Priest said heM
Patience till thou art strongerN
And keep meantime with meM
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Patience a little it may beM
The Lord shall loosen thy tongueO
And then thou shalt serve at the OfferingK
As it was when we were youngO
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And the Priest obeyed and was silentP
And the Bishop gave him leaveQ
To walk alone in the desertR
Where none should see him grieveQ
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Never again at the OfferingK
When the Wine and the Blood are oneL
Oh never the picture of MaryM
Watching him honour her SonL
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Saintly and clean was the BishopJ
Ruling himself arightR
With prayer and fast in the daytimeS
And scourge and vigil at nightR
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Out of his zeal he was mindedR
To add one penance the moreI
A garment of harshest sackclothT
Under the robes he woreI
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He gathered the cloth in secretR
Lest any should know and praiseU
The shears the palm and the packthreadR
And laboured it many waysU
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But he had no skill in the makingK
And failed and fretted the whileA
Till the stood a Woman before himH
Smiling as Mothers smileA
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Her feet were burned by the desertR
Like a desert dweller she trodR
Even the two fold VirginC
Spouse and Bearer of GodR
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She took the shears and the sackingK
The needle and stubborn threadR
She cut she shaped and she sewed themV
And This shall be blessed she saidR
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She passed in the white hot noontideR
On a wave of the quivering airW
And the Bishop s eyes were openedR
And he fell on his face in prayerW
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But far from the smouldering censersU
Far from the chanted praiseU
Oh far from the pictures of MaryM
That had watched him all his daysU
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Far in the desert by PhilaeA
The old Priest walked forlornX
Till he saw in the head of her RidersU
A Queen of the Desert bornX
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High she swayed on her camelA
Beautiful to beholdR
And her beast was belled with silverN
And her veils were spotted with goldR
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Low she leaned from her litterN
Soft she spoke in his earF
Nay I have watched thy sorrowY
Nay but the end is nearG
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For again thou shalt serve at the OfferingK
And thy tongue shall be loosed in praiseU
And again thou shalt sing unto MaryM
Who has watched thee all thy daysU
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Go in peace to the BishopJ
Carry him word from meM
That the Woman who sewed the sackclothT
Would have him set thee freeM

Rudyard Kipling



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