The Old Scottish Minister Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDBEBFG DHIHJHKHFG LMNMOMPMFG QLRLSLGLFG NTUTVTWTFG XYZYA2YB2YFG C2D2E2D2F2D2G2D2FG H2I2J2I2K2I2KI2FG

A man he was of Scottish raceA
And ancient Scottish nameB
Of common mould but lofty mienC
That dignified his frameB
And he lived a humble quiet lifeD
Obscure unknown to fameB
God's glory and the good of manE
His constant only aimB
Like a fine old Scottish ministerF
All of the olden timeG
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He dearly loved his gentle wifeD
As everyone could tellH
And watched his children as they grewI
Lest any ill befellH
And as he looked upon his boysJ
His bosom oft would swellH
For he reared them in the fear of GodK
And ruled his household wellH
Like a true old Scottish ministerF
All of the olden timeG
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A father too he was to allL
His congregation thereM
To all he felt a father's loveN
And showed a father's careM
He wisely counselled them with speechO
And pled for them in prayerM
And ever for the needy onesP
He something had to spareM
Like a kind old Scottish ministerF
All of the olden timeG
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The servant of the Lord he wasQ
In hovel and in hallL
The high ambassador of heavenR
Whom earth could not enthrallL
Like Christ among the wedding guestsS
Or by the funeral pallL
And he made his daily life sublimeG
A pattern unto allL
Like a grand old Scottish ministerF
All of the olden timeG
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For truth and righteousness and loveN
His voice was ever heardT
And minds were kindled into thoughtU
And consciences were stirredT
And weary heavy laden heartsV
To faith and hope were spurredT
As from the pulpit he proclaimedW
The everlasting WordT
Like a faithful Scottish ministerF
All of the olden timeG
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And when amid his elders graveX
Extended in a lineY
Beside the table of the LordZ
He kept the rite divineY
His face with a rapt unearthly lookA2
Was seen to strangely shineY
As he broke the white symbolic breadB2
And passed the sacred wineY
Like a saintly Scottish ministerF
All of the olden timeG
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His lot was hard his task severeC2
He found the burden lightD2
When darkly o'er his pathway hungE2
The shadows of the nightD2
His heart was steadfast for he walkedF2
By faith and not by sightD2
And ran triumphantly his courseG2
And fought a goodly fightD2
Like a brave old Scottish ministerF
All of the olden timeG
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And when upon a summer's dayH2
He laid him down to dieI2
He called his household to his sideJ2
Without a moan or sighI2
And blessed his children each in turnK2
And said a fond good byeI2
And then consigned his soul to GodK
And went to live on highI2
Like a good old Scottish ministerF
All of the olden timeG

W. M. Mackeracher



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