Three Men Of Truro Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CD EFEFGGHIHIJKJLMLMNN OPOP QRSRSTT UVU WW XVXVYL A V UD WZWZ A2B2A2 VVVVVXVW WVWV C2VC2V VVVVD2E2D2D2E2 A F2 UD2 VVV D DG2G2G2 H2I2I2V WWW I2I2I2| I | A |
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| E W B | B |
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| Archbishop of Canterbury sometime the First Bishop | C |
| of Truro October | D |
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| The Church's outpost on a neck of land | E |
| By ebb of faith the foremost left the last | F |
| Dull starved of hope we watched the driven sand | E |
| Blown through the hour glass covering our past | F |
| Counting no hours to our relief no hail | G |
| Across the hills and on the sea no sail | G |
| Sick of monotonous days we lost account | H |
| In fitful dreams remembering days of old | I |
| And nights th' erect Archangel on the Mount | H |
| With sword that drank the dawn the Vase of Gold | I |
| The moving Grail athwart the starry fields | J |
| Where all the heavenly spearmen clashed their | K |
| shields | J |
| In dereliction by the deafening shore | L |
| We sought no more aloft but sunk our eyes | M |
| Probing the sea for food the earth for ore | L |
| Ah yet had one good soldier of the skies | M |
| Burst through the wrack reporting news of them | N |
| How had we run and kissed his garment's hem | N |
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| Nay but he came Nay but he stood and cried | O |
| Panting with joy and the fierce fervent race | P |
| 'Arm arm for Christ returns ' and all our pride | O |
| Our ancient pride answered that eager face | P |
| 'Repair His battlements Your Christ is near ' | - |
| And half in dream we raised the soldiers' cheer | Q |
| Far as we flung that challenge fled the ghosts | R |
| Back as we built the obscene foe withdrew | S |
| High to the song of hammers sang the hosts | R |
| Of Heaven and lo the daystar and a new | S |
| Dawn with its chalice and its wind as wine | T |
| And youth was hope and life once more divine | T |
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| Day and hot noon and now the evening glow | U |
| And 'neath our scaffolding the city spread | V |
| Twilit with rain wash'd roofs and hark below | U |
| One late bell tolling 'Dead Our Captain dead ' | - |
| Nay here with us he fronts the westering sun | W |
| With shaded eyes and counts the wide fields won | W |
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| Aloft with us And while another stone | X |
| Swings to its socket haste with trowel and hod | V |
| Win the old smile a moment ere alone | X |
| Soars the great soul to bear report to God | V |
| Night falls but thou dear Captain from thy star | Y |
| Look down behold how bravely goes the war | L |
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| II | A |
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| A B D | V |
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| Canon Residentiary and Precentor of Truro | U |
| December | D |
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| Many had builded and the building done | W |
| Through our adorn d gates with din | Z |
| Came Prince and Priest with pipe and clarion | W |
| Leading the right God in | Z |
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| Yet had the perfect temple quickened then | A2 |
| And whispered us between our song | B2 |
| 'Give God the praise To whom of living men | A2 |
| Shall next our thanks belong ' | - |
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| Then had the few the very few that wist | V |
| His Atlantean labour swerved | V |
| Their eyes to seek and in the triumph missed | V |
| The man that most deserved | V |
| He only of us was incorporate | V |
| In all that fabric stone by stone | X |
| Had built his life in her had made his fate | V |
| And her perfection one | W |
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| Given all he had and now when all was given | W |
| Far spent within a private shade | V |
| Heard the loud organ pealing praise to Heaven | W |
| And learned why man is made | V |
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| To break his strength yet always to be brave | C2 |
| To preach and act the Crucified | V |
| Sweep by O Prince and Prelate up the nave | C2 |
| And fill it with your pride | V |
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| Better than ye what made th' old temples great | V |
| Because he loved he understood | V |
| Indignant that his darling less in state | V |
| Should lack a martyr's blood | V |
| She hath it now O mason strip away | D2 |
| Her scaffolding the flower disclose | E2 |
| Lay by the tools with his o'er wearied clay | D2 |
| But She shall bloom unto its Judgment Day | D2 |
| His ever living Rose | E2 |
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| III | A |
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| C W S | F2 |
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| The Fourth Bishop of Truro | U |
| May | D2 |
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| Prince of courtesy defeated | V |
| Heir of hope untimely cheated | V |
| Throned awhile he sat and seated | V |
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| Saw his Cornish round him gather | D |
| 'Teach us how to live good Father ' | - |
| How to die he taught us rather | D |
| Heard the startling trumpet sound him | G2 |
| Smiled upon the feast around him | G2 |
| Rose and wrapp'd his coat and bound him | G2 |
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| When beyond the awful surges | H2 |
| Bathed in dawn on Syrian verges | I2 |
| God thy star thy Cross emerges | I2 |
| And so sing we all to it | V |
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| Crux in coelo lux superna | W |
| Sis in carnis hac taberna | W |
| Mihi pedibus lucerna | W |
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| Quo vexillum dux cohortis | I2 |
| Sistet super flumen Mortis | I2 |
| Te flammantibus in portis | I2 |
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
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