Three Men Of Truro Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Archbishop of Canterbury sometime the First BishopC
of Truro OctoberD
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The Church's outpost on a neck of landE
By ebb of faith the foremost left the lastF
Dull starved of hope we watched the driven sandE
Blown through the hour glass covering our pastF
Counting no hours to our relief no hailG
Across the hills and on the sea no sailG
Sick of monotonous days we lost accountH
In fitful dreams remembering days of oldI
And nights th' erect Archangel on the MountH
With sword that drank the dawn the Vase of GoldI
The moving Grail athwart the starry fieldsJ
Where all the heavenly spearmen clashed theirK
shieldsJ
In dereliction by the deafening shoreL
We sought no more aloft but sunk our eyesM
Probing the sea for food the earth for oreL
Ah yet had one good soldier of the skiesM
Burst through the wrack reporting news of themN
How had we run and kissed his garment's hemN
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Nay but he came Nay but he stood and criedO
Panting with joy and the fierce fervent raceP
'Arm arm for Christ returns ' and all our prideO
Our ancient pride answered that eager faceP
'Repair His battlements Your Christ is near '-
And half in dream we raised the soldiers' cheerQ
Far as we flung that challenge fled the ghostsR
Back as we built the obscene foe withdrewS
High to the song of hammers sang the hostsR
Of Heaven and lo the daystar and a newS
Dawn with its chalice and its wind as wineT
And youth was hope and life once more divineT
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Day and hot noon and now the evening glowU
And 'neath our scaffolding the city spreadV
Twilit with rain wash'd roofs and hark belowU
One late bell tolling 'Dead Our Captain dead '-
Nay here with us he fronts the westering sunW
With shaded eyes and counts the wide fields wonW
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Aloft with us And while another stoneX
Swings to its socket haste with trowel and hodV
Win the old smile a moment ere aloneX
Soars the great soul to bear report to GodV
Night falls but thou dear Captain from thy starY
Look down behold how bravely goes the warL
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Canon Residentiary and Precentor of TruroU
DecemberD
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Many had builded and the building doneW
Through our adorn d gates with dinZ
Came Prince and Priest with pipe and clarionW
Leading the right God inZ
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Yet had the perfect temple quickened thenA2
And whispered us between our songB2
'Give God the praise To whom of living menA2
Shall next our thanks belong '-
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Then had the few the very few that wistV
His Atlantean labour swervedV
Their eyes to seek and in the triumph missedV
The man that most deservedV
He only of us was incorporateV
In all that fabric stone by stoneX
Had built his life in her had made his fateV
And her perfection oneW
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Given all he had and now when all was givenW
Far spent within a private shadeV
Heard the loud organ pealing praise to HeavenW
And learned why man is madeV
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To break his strength yet always to be braveC2
To preach and act the CrucifiedV
Sweep by O Prince and Prelate up the naveC2
And fill it with your prideV
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Better than ye what made th' old temples greatV
Because he loved he understoodV
Indignant that his darling less in stateV
Should lack a martyr's bloodV
She hath it now O mason strip awayD2
Her scaffolding the flower discloseE2
Lay by the tools with his o'er wearied clayD2
But She shall bloom unto its Judgment DayD2
His ever living RoseE2
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The Fourth Bishop of TruroU
MayD2
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Prince of courtesy defeatedV
Heir of hope untimely cheatedV
Throned awhile he sat and seatedV
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Saw his Cornish round him gatherD
'Teach us how to live good Father '-
How to die he taught us ratherD
Heard the startling trumpet sound himG2
Smiled upon the feast around himG2
Rose and wrapp'd his coat and bound himG2
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When beyond the awful surgesH2
Bathed in dawn on Syrian vergesI2
God thy star thy Cross emergesI2
And so sing we all to itV
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Crux in coelo lux supernaW
Sis in carnis hac tabernaW
Mihi pedibus lucernaW
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Quo vexillum dux cohortisI2
Sistet super flumen MortisI2
Te flammantibus in portisI2

Sir Arthur Quiller-couch



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