Piety: Or, The Vision Poem Rhyme Scheme

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'Twas when the night in silent sable fled	A
When chearful morning sprung with rising red	A
When dreams and vapours leave to crowd the brain	B
And best the Vision draws its heav'nly scene	C
'Twas then as slumb'ring on my couch I lay	D
A sudden splendor seem'd to kindle day	D
A breeze came breathing in a sweet perfume	E
Blown from eternal gardens fill'd the room	E
And in a void of blue that clouds invest	F
Appear'd a daughter of the realms of rest	F
Her head a ring of golden glory wore	G
Her honour'd hand the sacred volume bore	G
Her rayment glitt'ring seem'd a silver white	H
And all her sweet companions sons of light	H
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Strait as I gaz'd my fear and wonder grew	I
Fear barr'd my voice and wonder fix'd my view	I
When lo a cherub of the shining crowd	J
That sail'd as guardians in her azure cloud	J
Fann'd the soft air and downward seem'd to glide	K
And to my lips a living coal applied	K
Then while the warmth on all my pulses ran	L
Diffusing comfort thus the maid began	L
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Where glorious mansions are prepar'd above	M
The seats of Music and the seats of Love	M
Thence I descend and piety my name	N
To warm thy bosom with celestial flame	N
To teach thee praises mix'd with humble pray'rs	O
And tune thy soul to sing seraphic airs	O
Be thou my bard A vial here she caught	P
An angel's hand the chrystal vial brought	Q
And as with awful sound the word was said	A
She pour'd a sacred unction on my head	A
Then thus proceeded Be thy muse thy zeal	R
Dare to be good and all my joys reveal	R
While other pencils flatt'ring forms create	S
And paint the gawdy plumes that deck the great	S
While other pens exalt the vain delight	H
Whose wasteful revel wakes the depth of night	H
Or others softly sing in idle lines	O
How Damon courts or Amaryllis shines	O
More wisely thou select a theme divine	T
'Tis Fame's their recompence 'tis Heav'n is thine	T
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Despise the fervours of unhallow'd fire	U
Where wine or passion or applause inspire	V
Low restless life and ravings born of earth	W
Whose meaner subjects speak their humble birth	W
Like working seas that when loud Winters blow	X
Not made for rising only rage below	X
Mine is a great and yet a lasting heat	Y
More lasting still as more intensely great	S
Produc'd where pray'r and praise and pleasure breathe	Z
And ever mounting whence it shot beneath	A2
	-
Unpaint the Love that hov'ring over beds	O
From glitt'ring pinions guilty pleasure sheds	O
Restore the colour to the golden mines	O
With which behind the feather'd idol shines	O
To flow'ring greens give back their native care	B2
The rose and lily never his to wear	B2
To sweet Arabia send the balmy breath	C2
Strip the fair flesh and call the phantom Death	C2
His bow be sabled o'er his shafts the same	N
And fork and point them with eternal flame	N
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But urge thy pow'rs thine utmost voice advance	O
Make the loud strings against thy fingers dance	O
'Tis Love that angels praise and men adore	G
'Tis Love Divine that asks it all and more	G
Fling back the gates of ever blazing day	D
Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way	D
And all in glory wrapt thro' paths untrod	D
Pursue the great unseen descent of GOD	D
Hail the meek virgin bid the child appear	D2
The child is GOD and call him Jesus here	E2
He comes but where to rest a manger's nigh	F2
Make the great being in a manger lye	F2
Fill the wide skies with angels on the wing	G2
Make thousands gaze and make ten thousand sing	G2
Let men afflict him men he came to save	H2
And still afflict him 'till he reach the grave	H2
Make him resign'd his loads of sorrow meet	D
And me like Mary weep beneath his feet	D
I'll bathe my tresses there my pray'rs rehearse	O
And glide in flames of love along thy verse	O
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Hah while I speak I feel my bosom swell	I2
My raptures smother what I long to tell	I2
'Tis GOD a present GOD thro' cleaving air	B2
I see the throne I see the Jesus there	B2
Plac'd on the right he shows the wounds he bore	G
My fervours oft have won him thus before	G
How pleas'd he looks my words have reach'd his ear	E2
He bids the gates unbar and calls me near	D2
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She ceas'd The cloud on which she seem'd to tread	D
Its curls unfolded and around her spread	D
Bright angels waft their wings to raise the cloud	D
And sweep their iv'ry lutes and sing aloud	D
The scene moves off while all its ambient sky	F2
Is tun'd to wond'rous music as they fly	F2
And soft the swelling sounds of music grow	X
And faint their softness till they fail below	X
	-
My downy sleep the warmth of Phoebus broke	J2
And while my thoughts were settling thus I spoke	J2
Thou beauteous Vision on the soul imprest	D
When most my reason wou'd appear to rest	D
'Twas sure with pencils dipt in various lights	O
Some curious angel limn'd thy sacred sights	O
From blazing suns his radiant gold he drew	I
White moons the silver gave and air the blue	I
I'll mount the roving wind's expanded wing	G2
And seek the sacred hill and light to sing	G2
'Tis known in Jewry well I'll make my lays	O
Obedient to thy summons sound with praise	O
	-
But still I fear unwarm'd with holy flame	N
I take for truth the flatt'ries of a dream	K2
And barely wish the wond'rous gift I boast	D
And faintly practise what deserves it most	D
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'Indulgent lord whose gracious love displays	O
Joys in the light and fills the dark with ease	O
Be this to bless my days no dream of bliss	O
Or be to bless my nights my dreams like this	O

Thomas Parnell

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