Fame. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Oh ye who all life's energies combineA
The fadeless laurel round your brows to twineA
Pause but one moment in your brief careerB
Nor seek for glory in a mortal sphereB
Can figures traced upon the shifting sandC
Washed by the mighty tide its force withstandC
Time's stern resistless torrent onward flowsD
The restless waves above your labours closeE
And He who bids the bounding billows rollF
Sweeps out the feeble record from the soulF
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The glorious hues that flush the evening skyG
Melt into night and on her bosom dieG
Through the wide fields of heaven's immensityG
The gold tipped billows of that crimson seaH
Flash on the awe struck gazer's dazzled sightG
The rich out gushings from the fount of lightG
Yet oft concealed beneath that splendid formI
We hail the herald of the coming stormI
The fiery spirit over half a globeJ
Spreads the bright tissue of his beamy robeJ
And ere the day king veils his glowing crestG
Shrouds the dark tempest in his burning vestG
O'er earth and heaven his gorgeous banner flingsK
And gilds with borrowed light his sable wingsK
And those who view with rapture lifted eyesL
The short lived pageant of the summer skiesL
Behold it vanish like a fearful dreamM
And death and desolation mar its beamM
So when we seek above life's sea of tearsN
To raise a monument for future yearsO
If built on earth the fabric will decayP
Oblivion's hand will sweep the pile awayP
The proudest trophies of the mightiest mindG
Fade in her grasp nor leave a wreck behindG
She o'er earth's ruins spreads her misty pallQ
And time's unsparing ocean swallows allR
Hope for a moment gilds the spoiler's shroudG
As parting sunbeams tinge the lurid cloudG
The transient glory cheats the gazer's sightG
The storm rolls on 'tis universal nightG
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Say did not man inherit at his birthS
A higher promise than the things of earthS
Views more exalted than this world can giveT
And hopes that deathless as the soul outliveT
The wreck of nature and the common doomU
That hourly sweeps her myriads to the tombU
His mental powers unfettered by the clodG
Soar o'er time's gulf and reach the throne of GodG
Oh what a privilege it is to knowV
That death chains not the immortal soul belowV
Through the dark portals of the grave upborneV
Leaving the care worn sons of earth to mournV
On wings of light the new born spirit fliesL
To seek a home and kindred in the skiesL
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Oh what are earthly crowns and earthly blissW
And pride's delusive dreams compared with thisW
Ambition's laurel purchased with a floodG
Of human tears and stained with kindred bloodG
Once gained converted to a crown of thornsX
Pierces the aching temples it adornsX
Not Sappho's lyre nor Raphael's deathless artG
Can twine the olive round the bleeding heartG
In heaven alone the promised blessing liesL
And those who seek must seek it in the skiesL
Seek it through Him who humbling human prideG
Wept o'er man's fall and for his ransom diedG
Poured out his blood on the accursed treeH
To break the chain and set the captive freeH
Heaven bowed its glory on the cross to teachY
That greatness man's lost nature could not reachY
The true humility which stoops to riseL
And leaving earth claims kindred with the skiesL
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How many pages have been blotted o'erZ
With heartfelt tears that now are read no moreA2
And like the eyes that long have ceased to weepB2
In dust and darkness quite forgotten sleepB2
Dead to the world as if they ne'er had beenV
The favoured actors in one little sceneV
The scene is changed and like their fleeting fameC2
The fickle world adores another nameC2
They knew the price at which its praise was boughtG
The glittering bauble was not worth a thoughtG
Yet Esau like a better birthright soldG
And for base counterfeit exchanged the goldG
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Ere man presumptuously his genius boastsD2
Let him reflect upon the countless hostsD2
The untold myriads of each age and climeC2
That sleep forgotten in the grave of timeC2
What were their names Go ask the silent sodG
Their deeds their record lives but with their GodG
At every step we tread on kindred earthS
Nor know the spot that gave our fathers birthS
Oh could we call before our wondering eyesL
All that have lived and bid the dead ariseL
From the first moment the Creator spokeE2
The word of power and light through darkness brokeE2
And see earth covered with the mighty tideG
Of all who on her bosom lived and diedG
What a stupendous thought would fill the soulF
Could we behold life's breathing ocean rollF
Its human billows onward and the massF2
The grave has swallowed down from Adam passF2
In one unbroken stream the brain would reelG2
Lost in immensity would cease to feelG2
Whilst living ah how few were known to fameC2
One in a million has not left a nameC2
A single token on life's shifting sceneV
To tell to other years that such has beenV
Yet man unaided by a hope sublimeC2
Thinks that his puny arm can cope with timeC2
That his vast genius can reverse the doomC2
And shed a deathless light upon his tombC2
That distant ages shall his worth admireH2
And young hearts kindle at the sacred fireZ
Of him whose fame no envious clouds o'ercastG
Yet died forgotten and unknown at lastG
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Oh think not genius with its hallowed lightG
Can break the gloom of an eternal nightG
For splendid talents often lead astrayP
The unguarded heart and hide the narrow wayP
While the unlearned and those of low estateG
With faith's clear eye behold the living gateG
Whose portals open on the shoreless seaH
Where time's strong ocean meets eternityH
Across the gulf that stretches far beneathI2
Lies the dark valley of the shade of deathJ2
A land of deep forgetfulness a shoreA2
Which all must traverse but return no moreA2
To this sad earth to dissipate our dreadG
And tell the mighty secrets of the deadG
Enough for us that those drear realms were trodG
By heavenly footsteps that the Son of GodG
Passed the dark bourne and vanquished Death to saveK2
The weary wanderers of life's stormy waveK2
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Why then should man thus cleave to things of earthS
Daily experience proves their little worthS
Or waste those noble qualities of mindG
For wise and better purposes designedG
In the pursuit of trifles which conferZ
No solid pleasure on their worshipperZ
Or in the search of causes that are knownV
And guided by Omnipotence aloneV
A height his finite reason cannot reachY
And all his boasted learning fails to teachY
While the bewildering thought overwhelms his brainV
Death comes to prove his speculations vainV
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Is he deserving of a better doomC2
Who will not raise a hope beyond the tombC2
Who quite enamoured with his fallen stateG
Clings to the world and leaves the rest to fateG
Prefers corruption to his Maker's smileL2
And shuns the light because his deeds are vileL2
The man who feels the value of his soulF
Presses unwearied towards a higher goalF
Leaving this earth he seeks a brighter prizeL
And claims a crown immortal in the skiesL
The child of pleasure may despise his aimC2
And heap reproach upon the Christian's nameC2
May laugh his faith as foolishness to scornV
These by the man of God are meekly borneV
His glorious hope no infidel can shakeM2
He suffers calmly for his Saviour's sakeM2
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The world's poor votary seeks in vain for peaceN2
He cannot bid the voice of conscience ceaseN2
Its dire upbraidings in his heartless courseO2
He meets at every turn the fiend RemorseO2
Who glares upon him with her tearless eyeG
That sears his heart but mocks its agonyH
He hears that voice amid the festive throngP2
Speak in the dance and murmur in the songP2
A death bell pealing in the midnight chimeC2
Whose awful tones proclaim the lapse of timeC2
And e'en the winged moments as they flyG
Seem to proclaim Rash mortal thou must dieG
Soon must thou tread the path thy fathers trodG
And stand before the judgment seat of GodG
He hears but seeks in pleasure's cup to drownV
The dread that weighs his ardent spirit downV
Derides the warning voice in mercy sentG
Rejects the thought of after punishmentG
In folly's vortex wastes the spring of youthQ2
Nor till death summons owns the awful truthQ2
Feels it too late to calm the agoniesR2
Remorse has kindled and despairing diesL
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But in the breast where true religion reignsS2
There is a balm for all these mental painsS2
A sweet contentment felt but undefinedG
A full and free surrender of the mindG
To its divine original a trustG
Which lifts to heaven the dweller of the dustG
The pilgrim glowing with a hope divineV
Counts not the distance to the heavenly shrineV
He meets with guardian spirits on the roadG
Who cheer his steps and ease his heavy loadG
Serenely journeying to a better climeC2
He does not shudder at the lapse of timeC2
But calmly drinks the cup of mortal woeV
And finds that peace the world cannot bestowV
That promised joy which brightens all beneathI2
And smooths his pillow on the bed of deathJ2
That perfect love which casteth out all fearZ
And wafts his spirit to a happier sphereZ
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Fame is a dream the praise of man as briefT2
As morning dew upon the folded leafT2
The summer sun exhales the pearly tearZ
And leaves no trace of its existence thereZ
Seek not for immortality belowV
But fix your hopes beyond this vale of woeV
That when oblivion gathers round thy sodG
A lasting record may be found with GodG

Susanna Moodie



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sapple: I like your idea and words behind this. I felt like they were very strong and powerful. I don't mean to be judge mental but I feel to make this poem better limit the words so people can enjoy those powerful words without going through practical paragraph of text. Sometimes less is more.
 

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