The Destiny Of Nations. A Vision. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Auspicious Reverence Hush all meaner songA
Ere we the deep preluding strain have pouredB
To the Great Father only Rightful KingC
Eternal Father King OmnipotentD
To the Will Absolute the One the GoodE
The I AM the Word the Life the Living GodF
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Such symphony requires best instrumentD
Seize then my soul from Freedom's trophied domeG
The harp which hangeth high between the shieldsH
Of Brutus and Leonidas With thatI
Strong music that soliciting spell force backJ
Man's free and stirring spirit that lies entrancedK
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For what is freedom but the unfettered useL
Of all the powers which God for use had givenM
But chiefly this him first him last to viewN
Through meaner powers and secondary thingsO
Effulgent as through clouds that veil his blazeP
For all that meets the bodily sense I deemQ
Symbolical one mighty alphabetR
For infant minds and we in this low worldS
Placed with our backs to bright realityT
That we may learn with young unwounded kenU
The substance from its shadow Infinite LoveV
Whose latence is the plenitude of allW
Thou with retracted beams and self eclipseX
Veiling revealest thine eternal SunM
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But some there are who deem themselves most freeT
When they within this gross and visible sphereY
Chain down the winged thought scoffing ascentZ
Proud in their meanness and themselves they cheatA2
With noisy emptiness of learned phraseP
Their subtle fluids impacts essencesP
Self working tools uncaused effects and allW
Those blind omniscients those almighty slavesP
Untenanting creation of its GodF
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But properties are God the naked massP
If mass there be fantastic guess or ghostB2
Acts only by its inactivityT
Here we pause humbly Others boldlier thinkC2
That as one body seems the aggregateD2
Of atoms numberless each organizedE2
So by a strange and dim similitudeE2
Infinite myriads of self conscious mindsP
Are one all conscious Spirit which informsP
With absolute ubiquity of thoughtE2
His one eternal self affirming actE2
All his involved Monads that yet seemQ
With various province and apt agencyT
Each to pursue its own self centring endE2
Some nurse the infant diamond in the mineF2
Some roll the genial juices through the oakG2
Some drive the mutinous clouds to clash in airH2
And rushing on the storm with whirlwind speedE2
Yoke the red lightnings to their volleying carI2
Thus these pursue their never varying courseP
No eddy in their stream Others more wildE2
With complex interests weaving human fatesP
Duteous or proud alike obedient allW
Evolve the process of eternal goodE2
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And what if some rebellious o'er dark realmsP
Arrogate power yet these train up to GodE2
And on the rude eye unconfirmed for dayE2
Flash meteor lights better than total gloomJ2
As ere from Lieule Oaive's vapoury headE2
The Laplander beholds the far off sunM
Dart his slant beam on unobeying snowsP
While yet the stern and solitary nightE2
Brooks no alternate sway the Boreal MornK2
With mimic lustre substitutes its gleamQ
Guiding his course or by Niemi lakeL2
Or Balda Zhiok or the mossy stoneM2
Of Solfar kapper while the snowy blastE2
Drifts arrowy by or eddies round his sledgeN2
Making the poor babe at its mother's backJ
Scream in its scanty cradle he the whileO2
Wins gentle solace as with upward eyeP2
He marks the streamy banners of the NorthQ2
Thinking himself those happy spirits shall joinR2
Who there in floating robes of rosy lightE2
Dance sportively For Fancy is the powerS2
That first unsensualizes the dark mindE2
Giving it new delights and bids it swellT2
With wild activity and peopling airH2
By obscure fears of beings in visibleU2
Emancipates it from the grosser thrallW
Of the present impulse teaching self controlV2
Till Superstition with unconscious handE2
Seat Reason on her throne Wherefore not vainW2
Nor yet without permitted power impressedE2
I deem those legends terrible with whichX2
The polar ancient thrills his uncouth throngA
Whether of pitying Spirits that make their moanM2
O'er slaughtered infants or that giant birdE2
Vuokho of whose rushing wings the noiseP
Is tempest when the unutterable shapeY2
Speeds from the mother of Death and utters onceP
That shriek which never murderer heard and livedE2
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Or if the Greenland Wizard in strange tranceP
Pierces the untravelled realms of Ocean's bedE2
Over the abysm even to that uttermost caveZ2
By mis shaped prodigies beleaguered suchA3
As earth ne'er bred nor air nor the upper seaT
Where dwells the Fury Form whose unheard nameB3
With eager eye pale cheek suspended breathC3
And lips half opening with the dread of soundE2
Unsleeping Silence guards worn out with fearY
Lest haply 'scaping on some treacherous blastE2
The fateful word let slip the elementsP
And frenzy Nature Yet the wizard herS2
Armed with Torngarsuck's power the Spirit of GoodE2
Forces to unchain the foodful progenyT
Of the Ocean stream thence thro' the realm of SoulsP
Where live the Innocent as far from caresP
As from the storms and overwhelming wavesP
That tumble on the surface of the DeepD3
Returns with far heard pant hotly pursuedE2
By the fierce Warders of the Sea once moreE3
Ere by the frost foreclosed to repossessP
His fleshly mansion that had staid the whileO2
In the dark tent within a cow'ring groupF3
Untenanted Wild phantasies yet wiseP
On the victorious goodness of high GodE2
Teaching reliance and medicinal hopeG3
Till from Bethabra northward heavenly TruthH3
With gradual steps winning her difficult wayE2
Transfer their rude Faith perfected and pureI3
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If there be beings of higher class than ManJ3
I deem no nobler province they possessP
Than by disposal of apt circumstanceP
To rear up kingdoms and the deeds they promptE2
Distinguishing from mortal agencyT
They choose their human ministers from such statesP
As still the Epic song half fears to nameB3
Repelled from all the minstrelsies that strikeK3
The palace roof and soothe the monarch's prideE2
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And such perhaps the Spirit who if wordsP
Witnessed by answering deeds may claim our faithL3
Held commune with that warrior maid of FranceP
Who scourged the Invader From her infant daysP
With Wisdom mother of retired thoughtsP
Her soul had dwelt and she was quick to markM3
The good and evil thing in human loreE3
Undisciplined For lowly was her birthN3
And Heaven had doomed her early years to toilO3
That pure from tyranny's least deed herselfP3
Unfeared by fellow natures she might waitE2
On the poor labouring man with kindly looksP
And minister refreshment to the tiredE2
Way wanderer when along the rough hewn benchQ3
The sweltry man had stretched him and aloftE2
Vacantly watched the rudely pictured boardE2
Which on the mulberry bough with welcome creakR3
Swung to the pleasant breeze Here too the MaidE2
Learnt more than schools could teach Man's shifting mindE2
His vices and his sorrows And full oftE2
At tales of cruel wrong and strange distressP
Had wept and shivered To the tottering eldE2
Still as a daughter would she run she placedE2
His cold limbs at the sunny door and lovedE2
To hear him story in his garrulous sortE2
Of his eventful years all come and goneS3
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So twenty seasons passed The Virgin's formT3
Active and tall nor sloth nor luxuryT
Had shrunk or paled Her front sublime and broadE2
Her flexile eye brows wildly haired and lowU3
And her full eye now bright now unillumedE2
Spake more than Woman's thought and all her faceP
Was moulded to such features as declaredE2
That pity there had oft and strongly workedE2
And sometimes indignation Bold her mienV3
And like a haughty huntress of the woodsP
She moved yet sure she was a gentle maidE2
And in each motion her most innocent soulV2
Beamed forth so brightly that who saw would sayE2
Guilt was a thing impossible in herS2
Nor idly would have said for she had livedE2
In this bad World as in a place of tombsP
And touched not the pollutions of the deadE2
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'Twas the cold season when the rustic's eyeP2
From the drear desolate whiteness of his fieldsP
Rolls for rI2

Samuel Taylor Coleridge



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