Habakkuk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEFGGHHIIJJ KKLLCCMMNN OOPPQRSSTTNNUU VVWXCYZZ A2A2B2B2C2D2MM E2E2F2F2 G2G2FESSTT H2H2E2I2UU J2J2KKB2B2 G2G2K2K2 UUJ2J2L2L2M2M2NN N2N2QQF2F2O2O2UUP2P2 NNQ2Q2I2I2LLK2K2QQ NNE2E2R2R2S2S2UU TTT2T2LLH2H2BCSSU2U2 NNE2E2OOTTV2V2KK GGW2W2N2N2G2G2 UULLPPX2X2Y2Y2AAMM Z2Z2N2| Now leave the Porch to vision now retreat | A |
| Where the next rapture glows with varying heat | A |
| Now change the time and change the Temple scene | B |
| The following Seer forewarns a future reign | C |
| To some retirement where the Prophets sons | D |
| Indulge their holy flight my fancy runs | D |
| Some sacred College built for praise and pray'r | E |
| And heav'nly dream she seeks Habakkuk there | F |
| Perhaps 'tis there he moans the nation's sin | G |
| Hears the word come or feels the fit within | G |
| Or sees the vision fram'd with Angels hands | H |
| And dreads the judgments of revolted lands | H |
| Or holds a converse if the Lord appear | I |
| And like Elijah wraps his face for fear | I |
| This deep recess portends an act of weight | J |
| A message lab'ring with the work of fate | J |
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| Methinks the Skies have lost their lovely blue | K |
| A storm rides fiery thick the clouds ensue | K |
| Fall'n to the ground with prostrate face I lye | L |
| Oh 'twere the same in this to gaze and dye | L |
| But hark the Prophet's voice my pray'rs complain | C |
| Of labour spent of Preaching urg'd in vain | C |
| And must my God thy sorrowing servant still | M |
| Quit my lone joys to walk this world of ill | M |
| Where spoiling rages strife and wrong command | N |
| And the slack'd laws no longer curb the land | N |
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| At this a strange and more than human sound | O |
| Thus breaks the cloud and daunts the trembling ground | O |
| Behold the Gentiles wond'ring all behold | P |
| What scarce ye credit tho' the work be told | P |
| For lo the proud Chaldean troops I raise | Q |
| To march the breadth and all the region seize | R |
| Fierce as the proling wolves at close of day | S |
| And swift as eagles in pursuit of prey | S |
| As eastern winds to blast the season blow | T |
| For blood and rapine flies the dreadful foe | T |
| Leads the sad captives countless as the sand | N |
| Derides the princes and destroys the land | N |
| Yet these triumphant grown offend me more | U |
| And only thank the Gods they chose before | U |
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| Art thou not holiest here the prophet cries | V |
| Supream Eternal of the purest eyes | V |
| And shall those eyes the wicked realms regard | W |
| Their crimes be great yet vict'ry their reward | X |
| Shall these still ravage more and more to reign | C |
| Draw the full net and cast to fill again | Y |
| As watch men silent sit I wait to see | Z |
| How solves my doubt what speaks the Lord to me | Z |
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| Then go the Lord replys suspend thy fears | A2 |
| And write the vision for a term of years | A2 |
| Thy foes will feel their turn when those are past | B2 |
| Wait tho' it tarry sure it comes at last | B2 |
| 'Tis for their rapine lusts and thirst of blood | C2 |
| And all their unprotecting Gods of wood | D2 |
| The Lord is present on his sacred hill | M |
| Cease thy weak doubts and let the world be still | M |
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| Here terrour leaves me with exalted head | E2 |
| I breath fine air and find the vision fled | E2 |
| The Seer withdrawn inspir'd and urg'd to write | F2 |
| By the warm influence of the sacred sight | F2 |
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| His writing finish'd Prophet like array'd | G2 |
| He brings the burthen on the region laid | G2 |
| His hands a tablet and a volume bear | F |
| The tablet threatnings and the volume pray'r | E |
| Both for the temple where to shun decay | S |
| Enroll'd the works of inspiration lay | S |
| And awful oft he stops or marches slow | T |
| While the dull'd nation hears him preach their woe | T |
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| Arriv'd at length with grave concern for all | H2 |
| He fix'd his table on the sacred wall | H2 |
| 'Twas large inscrib'd that those who run might read | E2 |
| 'Habakkuk's burthen by the Lord decreed | I2 |
| 'For Judah's sins her empire is no more | U |
| 'The fierce Chaldeans bath her ralm in gore' | U |
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| Next to the priest his volume he resign'd | J2 |
| 'Twas pray'r with praises mix'd to raise the mind | J2 |
| 'Twas facts recounted which their fathers knew | K |
| 'Twas pow'r in wonders manifest to view | K |
| 'Twas comfort rais'd on love already past | B2 |
| And hope that former love returns at last | B2 |
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| The priests within the prophecy convey'd | G2 |
| The singers tunes to join his anthem made | G2 |
| Here and attend the words And holy thou | K2 |
| That help'd the prophet help the Poet now | K2 |
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| O Lord who rules the world with mortal ear | U |
| I've heard thy judgments and I shake for fear | U |
| O Lord by whom their number'd years we find | J2 |
| E'en in the midst receive the drooping mind | J2 |
| E'en in the midst thou canst then make it known | L2 |
| Thy love thy will thy power to save thine own | L2 |
| Remember mercy tho' thine anger burn | M2 |
| And soon to Salem bid thy flock return | M2 |
| O Lord who gav'st it with an outstretch'd hand | N |
| We well remember how thou gav'st the land | N |
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| God came from Teman southward sprung the flame | N2 |
| From Paron mount the one that's Holy came | N2 |
| A glitt'ring glory made the desart blaze | Q |
| High Heav'n was cover'd earth was fill'd with praise | Q |
| Dazzling the brightness not the sun so bright | F2 |
| 'Twas here the pure substantial Fount of Light | F2 |
| Shot from his hand and side in golden streams | O2 |
| Came forward effluent horny pointed beams | O2 |
| Thus shone his coming as sublimely fair | U |
| As bounded nature has been fram'd to bear | U |
| But all his further marks of grandeur hid | P2 |
| Nor what he cou'd was known but what he did | P2 |
| Dire plagues before him ran at his command | N |
| To waste the nations in the promis'd land | N |
| A scorching flame went forth where'er he trod | Q2 |
| And burning Fevers were the coals of God | Q2 |
| Fix'd on the mount he stood his meas'ring reed | I2 |
| Marks the rich realms for Jacob's seed decreed | I2 |
| He looks with anger and the nations fly | L |
| From the fierce sparklings of his dreadful eye | L |
| He turns the mountain shakes its awful brow | K2 |
| Awful he turns and hills eternal bow | K2 |
| How glory there how terrour here displays | Q |
| His great unknown yet everlasting ways | Q |
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| I see the Sable tents along the strand | N |
| Where Cushan wander'd desolately stand | N |
| And Midian's high pavilions shake with dread | E2 |
| While the tam'd seas thy rescu'd nation tread | E2 |
| What burst the path what made the Lord engage | R2 |
| Cou'd waters anger seas incite thy rage | R2 |
| That thus thine horses force the foaming tide | S2 |
| And all the chariots of salvation ride | S2 |
| Thy bow was bare for what thy mercy swore | U |
| Those oaths that promise Israel had before | U |
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| The rock that felt thee cleav'd the rivers flow | T |
| The wond'ring desart lends them beds below | T |
| Thy Might the mountain's heaving shocks confess'd | T2 |
| High shatter'd Horeb trembled o'er the rest | T2 |
| Great Jordan pass'd its nether waters by | L |
| Its upper waters rais'd the voice on high | L |
| Safe in the deep we went the liquid wall | H2 |
| Curling arose and had no leave to fall | H2 |
| The sun effulgent and the moon serene | B |
| Stop'd by thy will their heav'nly course refrain | C |
| The voice was Man's yet both the voice obey | S |
| 'Till wars compleated close the lengthen'd day | S |
| Thy glitt'ring spears thy ratling darts prevail | U2 |
| Thy spears of lightning and thy darts of hail | U2 |
| 'Twas thou that march'd against their heathen band | N |
| Rage in thy visage and thy flail in hand | N |
| 'Twas thou that went before to wound their head | E2 |
| The captain follow'd where the Saviour led | E2 |
| Torn from their earth they feel the desp'rate wound | O |
| And pow'r unfounded fails for want of ground | O |
| With village war thy tribes where'er they go | T |
| Distress the remnant of the scatter'd foe | T |
| Yet mad they rush'd as whirling wind descends | V2 |
| And deem'd for friendless those the Lord befriends | V2 |
| Thy trampling horse from sea to sea subdue | K |
| The bounding ocean left no more to do | K |
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| O when I heard what thou vouchsaf'st to win | G |
| With works of wonder must be lost for sin | G |
| I quak'd thro' fear the voice forsook my tongue | W2 |
| Or at my lips with quiv'ring accent hung | W2 |
| Dry leanness ent'ring to my marrow came | N2 |
| And ev'ry loos'ning nerve unstrung my frame | N2 |
| How shall I rest in what protecting shade | G2 |
| When the day comes and hostile troops invade | G2 |
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| Tho' neither blossoms on the Fig appear | U |
| Nor vines with clusters deck the purpling year | U |
| Tho' all our labours olive trees belie | L |
| Tho' fields the substance of the bread deny | L |
| Tho' flocks are sever'd from the silent Fold | P |
| And the rais'd stalls no lowing cattle hold | P |
| Yet shall my soul be glad in God rejoice | X2 |
| Yet to my Saviour will I lift my voice | X2 |
| Yet to my Saviour still my temper sings | Y2 |
| What David set to instruments of strings | Y2 |
| The Lord's my strength like Hinds he makes my feet | A |
| Yon mount's my refuge as I safely fleet | A |
| Or if the song's apply'd he makes me still | M |
| Expect returning to Moriah's hill | M |
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| In all this hymn what daring grandeur shines | Z2 |
| What darting glory rays among the lines | Z2 |
| What mou | N2 |
Thomas Parnell
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