The Destiny Of Nations. A Vision. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF DGHIJK LMNOPQRSTUVWXM TYZA2PPWPF PB2TC2D2E2E2PPE2E2QT E2F2G2H2E2I2PE2PWE2 PE2E2J2E2MPE2K2QL2M2 E2N2JO2P2Q2R2E2S2E2T 2H2U2WV2E2W2E2X2AM2E 2PY2PE2 PE2Z2A3TB3C3E2YE2PS2 E2TPPPD3E2E3PO2F3PE2 G3H3E2I3 J3PPE2TPB3K3E2 PL3PPPM3E3N3O3P3E2PE 2Q3E2E2R3E2E2E2PE2E2 E2E2S3 T3TE2U3E2PE2E2V3PE2V 2E2S2E2PE2 P2PI2Auspicious Reverence Hush all meaner song | A |
Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured | B |
To the Great Father only Rightful King | C |
Eternal Father King Omnipotent | D |
To the Will Absolute the One the Good | E |
The I AM the Word the Life the Living God | F |
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Such symphony requires best instrument | D |
Seize then my soul from Freedom's trophied dome | G |
The harp which hangeth high between the shields | H |
Of Brutus and Leonidas With that | I |
Strong music that soliciting spell force back | J |
Man's free and stirring spirit that lies entranced | K |
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For what is freedom but the unfettered use | L |
Of all the powers which God for use had given | M |
But chiefly this him first him last to view | N |
Through meaner powers and secondary things | O |
Effulgent as through clouds that veil his blaze | P |
For all that meets the bodily sense I deem | Q |
Symbolical one mighty alphabet | R |
For infant minds and we in this low world | S |
Placed with our backs to bright reality | T |
That we may learn with young unwounded ken | U |
The substance from its shadow Infinite Love | V |
Whose latence is the plenitude of all | W |
Thou with retracted beams and self eclipse | X |
Veiling revealest thine eternal Sun | M |
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But some there are who deem themselves most free | T |
When they within this gross and visible sphere | Y |
Chain down the winged thought scoffing ascent | Z |
Proud in their meanness and themselves they cheat | A2 |
With noisy emptiness of learned phrase | P |
Their subtle fluids impacts essences | P |
Self working tools uncaused effects and all | W |
Those blind omniscients those almighty slaves | P |
Untenanting creation of its God | F |
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But properties are God the naked mass | P |
If mass there be fantastic guess or ghost | B2 |
Acts only by its inactivity | T |
Here we pause humbly Others boldlier think | C2 |
That as one body seems the aggregate | D2 |
Of atoms numberless each organized | E2 |
So by a strange and dim similitude | E2 |
Infinite myriads of self conscious minds | P |
Are one all conscious Spirit which informs | P |
With absolute ubiquity of thought | E2 |
His one eternal self affirming act | E2 |
All his involved Monads that yet seem | Q |
With various province and apt agency | T |
Each to pursue its own self centring end | E2 |
Some nurse the infant diamond in the mine | F2 |
Some roll the genial juices through the oak | G2 |
Some drive the mutinous clouds to clash in air | H2 |
And rushing on the storm with whirlwind speed | E2 |
Yoke the red lightnings to their volleying car | I2 |
Thus these pursue their never varying course | P |
No eddy in their stream Others more wild | E2 |
With complex interests weaving human fates | P |
Duteous or proud alike obedient all | W |
Evolve the process of eternal good | E2 |
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And what if some rebellious o'er dark realms | P |
Arrogate power yet these train up to God | E2 |
And on the rude eye unconfirmed for day | E2 |
Flash meteor lights better than total gloom | J2 |
As ere from Lieule Oaive's vapoury head | E2 |
The Laplander beholds the far off sun | M |
Dart his slant beam on unobeying snows | P |
While yet the stern and solitary night | E2 |
Brooks no alternate sway the Boreal Morn | K2 |
With mimic lustre substitutes its gleam | Q |
Guiding his course or by Niemi lake | L2 |
Or Balda Zhiok or the mossy stone | M2 |
Of Solfar kapper while the snowy blast | E2 |
Drifts arrowy by or eddies round his sledge | N2 |
Making the poor babe at its mother's back | J |
Scream in its scanty cradle he the while | O2 |
Wins gentle solace as with upward eye | P2 |
He marks the streamy banners of the North | Q2 |
Thinking himself those happy spirits shall join | R2 |
Who there in floating robes of rosy light | E2 |
Dance sportively For Fancy is the power | S2 |
That first unsensualizes the dark mind | E2 |
Giving it new delights and bids it swell | T2 |
With wild activity and peopling air | H2 |
By obscure fears of beings in visible | U2 |
Emancipates it from the grosser thrall | W |
Of the present impulse teaching self control | V2 |
Till Superstition with unconscious hand | E2 |
Seat Reason on her throne Wherefore not vain | W2 |
Nor yet without permitted power impressed | E2 |
I deem those legends terrible with which | X2 |
The polar ancient thrills his uncouth throng | A |
Whether of pitying Spirits that make their moan | M2 |
O'er slaughtered infants or that giant bird | E2 |
Vuokho of whose rushing wings the noise | P |
Is tempest when the unutterable shape | Y2 |
Speeds from the mother of Death and utters once | P |
That shriek which never murderer heard and lived | E2 |
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Or if the Greenland Wizard in strange trance | P |
Pierces the untravelled realms of Ocean's bed | E2 |
Over the abysm even to that uttermost cave | Z2 |
By mis shaped prodigies beleaguered such | A3 |
As earth ne'er bred nor air nor the upper sea | T |
Where dwells the Fury Form whose unheard name | B3 |
With eager eye pale cheek suspended breath | C3 |
And lips half opening with the dread of sound | E2 |
Unsleeping Silence guards worn out with fear | Y |
Lest haply 'scaping on some treacherous blast | E2 |
The fateful word let slip the elements | P |
And frenzy Nature Yet the wizard her | S2 |
Armed with Torngarsuck's power the Spirit of Good | E2 |
Forces to unchain the foodful progeny | T |
Of the Ocean stream thence thro' the realm of Souls | P |
Where live the Innocent as far from cares | P |
As from the storms and overwhelming waves | P |
That tumble on the surface of the Deep | D3 |
Returns with far heard pant hotly pursued | E2 |
By the fierce Warders of the Sea once more | E3 |
Ere by the frost foreclosed to repossess | P |
His fleshly mansion that had staid the while | O2 |
In the dark tent within a cow'ring group | F3 |
Untenanted Wild phantasies yet wise | P |
On the victorious goodness of high God | E2 |
Teaching reliance and medicinal hope | G3 |
Till from Bethabra northward heavenly Truth | H3 |
With gradual steps winning her difficult way | E2 |
Transfer their rude Faith perfected and pure | I3 |
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If there be beings of higher class than Man | J3 |
I deem no nobler province they possess | P |
Than by disposal of apt circumstance | P |
To rear up kingdoms and the deeds they prompt | E2 |
Distinguishing from mortal agency | T |
They choose their human ministers from such states | P |
As still the Epic song half fears to name | B3 |
Repelled from all the minstrelsies that strike | K3 |
The palace roof and soothe the monarch's pride | E2 |
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And such perhaps the Spirit who if words | P |
Witnessed by answering deeds may claim our faith | L3 |
Held commune with that warrior maid of France | P |
Who scourged the Invader From her infant days | P |
With Wisdom mother of retired thoughts | P |
Her soul had dwelt and she was quick to mark | M3 |
The good and evil thing in human lore | E3 |
Undisciplined For lowly was her birth | N3 |
And Heaven had doomed her early years to toil | O3 |
That pure from tyranny's least deed herself | P3 |
Unfeared by fellow natures she might wait | E2 |
On the poor labouring man with kindly looks | P |
And minister refreshment to the tired | E2 |
Way wanderer when along the rough hewn bench | Q3 |
The sweltry man had stretched him and aloft | E2 |
Vacantly watched the rudely pictured board | E2 |
Which on the mulberry bough with welcome creak | R3 |
Swung to the pleasant breeze Here too the Maid | E2 |
Learnt more than schools could teach Man's shifting mind | E2 |
His vices and his sorrows And full oft | E2 |
At tales of cruel wrong and strange distress | P |
Had wept and shivered To the tottering eld | E2 |
Still as a daughter would she run she placed | E2 |
His cold limbs at the sunny door and loved | E2 |
To hear him story in his garrulous sort | E2 |
Of his eventful years all come and gone | S3 |
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So twenty seasons passed The Virgin's form | T3 |
Active and tall nor sloth nor luxury | T |
Had shrunk or paled Her front sublime and broad | E2 |
Her flexile eye brows wildly haired and low | U3 |
And her full eye now bright now unillumed | E2 |
Spake more than Woman's thought and all her face | P |
Was moulded to such features as declared | E2 |
That pity there had oft and strongly worked | E2 |
And sometimes indignation Bold her mien | V3 |
And like a haughty huntress of the woods | P |
She moved yet sure she was a gentle maid | E2 |
And in each motion her most innocent soul | V2 |
Beamed forth so brightly that who saw would say | E2 |
Guilt was a thing impossible in her | S2 |
Nor idly would have said for she had lived | E2 |
In this bad World as in a place of tombs | P |
And touched not the pollutions of the dead | E2 |
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'Twas the cold season when the rustic's eye | P2 |
From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields | P |
Rolls for r | I2 |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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