A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxxix Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBABACDCDEF| Ancient of days What word is thy command | A |
| To one befooled of wit and his own way | B |
| What counsel hast thou and what chastening hand | A |
| For a lost soul grown old in its dismay | B |
| What penance shall he do what ransom pay | B |
| Of blood poured out for faith in a far land | A |
| What mute knee service weeping here to day | B |
| In words of prayer no ear shall understand | A |
| Let him thy servant be the least of all | C |
| In the Lord's Courts but near thy mysteries | D |
| To touch the crumbs which from thy table fall | C |
| Let him But lo thou speakest Not with these | D |
| Is God delighted Get thee homeward hence | E |
| They need thee more who wait deliverance '' | F |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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