The Happy Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHEEII JJKKAA DDLLBBCCBBMMBBNNOOPP QQLLBBRRBBSSTT

How bless'd the man how fully soA
As far as man is bless'd belowA
Who taking up his cross essaysB
To follow Jesus all his daysB
With resolution to obeyC
And steps enlarging in his wayC
The Father of the saints aboveD
Adopts him with a Father's loveD
And makes his bosom throughly shineE
With wond'rous stores of grace divineE
Sweet grace divine the pledge of joyF
That will his soul above employF
Full joy that when his time is doneG
Becomes his portion as a sonG
Ah me the sweet infus'd desiresH
The fervid wishes holy firesH
Which thus a melted heart refineE
Such are his and such be mineE
From hence despising all besidesI
That earth reveals or ocean hidesI
All that men in either prizeJ
On God alone he sets his eyesJ
From hence his hope is on the wingsK
His health renews his safety springsK
His glory blazes up belowA
And all the streams of comfort flowA
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He calls his Saviour King aboveD
Lord of mercy Lord of loveD
And finds a kingly care defendL
And mercy smile and love descendL
To chear to guide him in the waysB
Of this vain world's deceitful mazeB
And tho' the wicked earth displayC
Its terrors in their fierce arrayC
Or gape so wide that horrour shewsB
Its hell replete with endless woesB
Such succour keeps him clear of IllM
Still firm to good and dauntless stillM
So fix'd by Providence's handsB
A rock amidst an ocean standsB
So bears without a trembling dreadN
The tempest beating round its headN
And with its side repels the waveO
Whose hollow seems a coming graveO
The skies the deeps are heard to roarP
The rock stands settled as beforeP
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I all with whom he has to doQ
Admire the life which blesses youQ
That feeds a foe that aids a friendL
Without a bye designing endL
Its knowing real int'rest liesB
On the bright side of yonder skiesB
Where having made a title fairR
It mounts and leaves the world to careR
While he that seeks for pleasing daysB
In earthly joys and evil waysB
Is but the fool of toil or fameS
Tho' happy be the specious nameS
And made by wealth which makes him greatT
A more conspicuous wretch of stateT

Thomas Parnell



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