The Christ Upon The Hill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFGF HIJI KLML NKOK PCQC RSTS UVWX FYZY UA2BA2 B2YCC2 D2KE2K F2G2H2G2 A I2C2J2C2 RK2XK2 L2C2M2C2 N2G2O2G2 P2Q2R2Q2 KC2S2C2 T2KP2K C2U2V2U2 W2C2X2C2 RUP2U A2Y2UY2 PHZ2H P2RA3T LFB3F C3A3UA3 EC2NC2 D3XE3X A C2C2J2C2 ING2N F3G2VG2 G3PUP H3NUN I3UJ3U K3C2P2C2 L3F2S2F2 LG2LG2 M3M3RM3 N3O3P3O3 Q3M3K3M3 OKC2K M3M3DM3 UR3S3R3 T3U3V3U3 M3M3KM3 W3OM3O X3C2M3C2 A2WA2W A2Y3Z3Y3 NG2A2G2 NC2Y3C2 A4A2B4A2 C4WM3W M3C2NC2| Part I | A |
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| A couple old sat o'er the fire | B |
| And they were bent and gray | C |
| They burned the charcoal for their Lord | D |
| Who lived long leagues away | C |
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| Deep in the wood the old pair dwelt | E |
| Far from the paths of men | F |
| And saw no face but their poor son's | G |
| And a wanderer's now and then | F |
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| The son alas Had grown apace | H |
| And left his wits behind | I |
| He was as helpless as the air | J |
| As empty as the wind | I |
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| With puffing lips and shambling feet | K |
| And eyes a staring wide | L |
| He whistled ever as he went | M |
| And little did beside | L |
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| He whistled high he whistled low | N |
| He whistled sharp and sweet | K |
| He brought the redbreast to his hand | O |
| And the brown hare to his feet | K |
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| Without a fear of beast or bird | P |
| He wandered all the day | C |
| But when the light began to fail | Q |
| His courage passed away | C |
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| He feared the werewolf in the wood | R |
| The dragon in the dell | S |
| And home he fled as if pursued | T |
| By all the hosts of hell | S |
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| Ah we are old the woman said | U |
| And soon shall we be gone | V |
| And what will our poor Michael do | W |
| When he is left alone | X |
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| We are forgotten of all men | F |
| And he is dead I fear | Y |
| That good old priest who used to come | Z |
| And shrive us thrice a year | Y |
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| We have no kin the mother said | U |
| We have no friend said she | A2 |
| The father gazed upon the fire | B |
| And not a word said he | A2 |
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| Again she spoke No friend or kin | B2 |
| 'Death only Death ' is near | Y |
| And he will take us both away | C |
| And leave our Michael here | C2 |
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| And who shall give him bite or sup | D2 |
| And who shall keep him neat | K |
| Ah what were Heaven if we must weep | E2 |
| Before God's mercy seat | K |
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| And when the woman ceased the man | F2 |
| A little waited still | G2 |
| And then he said We have one friend | H2 |
| The Christ upon the Hill | G2 |
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| Part II | A |
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| The Christ upon the Hill so gaunt | I2 |
| And lean and stark and drear | C2 |
| It made the heart with pity start | J2 |
| It smote the soul with fear | C2 |
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| High reared against a cliff it stood | R |
| Just where the great roads met | K2 |
| And many a knee had worn the stone | X |
| Wherein the Rood was set | K2 |
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| For deadly was the pass beyond | L2 |
| And all men paused to pray | C2 |
| For courage or to pour their thanks | M2 |
| For dangers passed away | C2 |
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| But not for fear of beast or fiend | N2 |
| But boding deeper ill | G2 |
| The charcoal burner and his wife | O2 |
| Slow climbed the weary hill | G2 |
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| Before the Rood their simple son | P2 |
| Lay stretched upon the ground | Q2 |
| And crumbled black bread for the birds | R2 |
| That hopped and pecked around | Q2 |
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| For he had gone before with feet | K |
| As wild and light as air | C2 |
| And borne the basket on his back | S2 |
| That held their frugal fare | C2 |
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| And they were faint and ere they prayed | T2 |
| They sat them down to eat | K |
| And much they marvelled at their son | P2 |
| Who never touched his meat | K |
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| But now the birds were flown away | C2 |
| Sat up and only gazed | U2 |
| Upon the Christ upon the cross | V2 |
| As one with wonder dazed | U2 |
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| Full long he sat and never moved | W2 |
| But then he gave a cry | C2 |
| And caught his mother by the wrist | X2 |
| And said I heard a sigh | C2 |
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| It is an image made of wood | R |
| It has no voice she said | U |
| 'Twas but the wind you heard my son | P2 |
| But Michael shook his head | U |
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| And gazed again so earnestly | A2 |
| His face grew almost wise | Y2 |
| And now he cried again and said | U |
| Look how he closed his eyes | Y2 |
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| 'Tis but the shadow of a bird | P |
| That passed across his face | H |
| The mother said see even now | Z2 |
| It hovers near the place | H |
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| And then the father said My son | P2 |
| The image is of wood | R |
| And do you think a man could live | A3 |
| Without a taste of food | T |
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| No food the silly youth replied | L |
| And pointed to a wren | F |
| Who with a crumb upon Christ's lip | B3 |
| Had just alighted then | F |
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| And now the old man held his peace | C3 |
| And the woman ceased to strive | A3 |
| For still he shook his silly head | U |
| And said The man's alive | A3 |
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| It is God's will they said and knelt | E |
| And knew not what to say | C2 |
| But when they rose they felt as though | N |
| All fear had passed away | C2 |
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| And they could smile when Michael left | D3 |
| His dinner on the stone | X |
| He said The birds will feed the Christ | E3 |
| When they are quite alone | X |
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| Part III | A |
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| The couple sat before the fire | C2 |
| More old and sad and poor | C2 |
| For there was winter at the heart | J2 |
| And winter at the door | C2 |
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| It shook the roof with shocks of wind | I |
| It caked the pane with snow | N |
| The candle flickered on the sill | G2 |
| Like a soul that longed to go | N |
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| 'Twas Michael's beacon gone to feed | F3 |
| The Christ upon the Hill | G2 |
| And midnight long had passed and gone | V |
| And he was absent still | G2 |
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| And now and then they turned a log | G3 |
| And now they dropped a word | P |
| 'Twas all the wind the mother said | U |
| The father said The bird | P |
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| I hoped that it was God himself | H3 |
| The mother muttered low | N |
| It must have been the fiend he said | U |
| For to deceive him so | N |
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| And then the mother cried aloud | I3 |
| What matter it she said | U |
| Or wind or bird or fiend or God | J3 |
| For he is dead is dead | U |
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| Hark cried the man and through the storm | K3 |
| A note came high and clear | C2 |
| It was the whistle of their son | P2 |
| That sound they longed to hear | C2 |
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| And then a cry for help and out | L3 |
| Into the snow they ran | F2 |
| And there was Michael On his back | S2 |
| He bore a helpless man | F2 |
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| He lives he lives he wildly cried | L |
| His wounds are dripping still | G2 |
| And surely red from hand and side | L |
| There ran a tiny rill | G2 |
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| They brought Him in and laid Him down | M3 |
| Upon the warm hearthstone | M3 |
| It was the Christ but not of wood | R |
| But made of flesh and bone | M3 |
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| They washed His wounds and at their touch | N3 |
| They turned to purple scars | O3 |
| Like a young moon upon the breast | P3 |
| On hands and feet like stars | O3 |
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| They brought to moisten His dry lips | Q3 |
| They hoarded flask of wine | M3 |
| They wrapped Him round with blankets warm | K3 |
| And waited for a sign | M3 |
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| And soon without the help of hand | O |
| He rose upon His feet | K |
| And like a friend beside the fire | C2 |
| He took the vacant seat | K |
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| He sat up in the chair then | M3 |
| And straight began to shine | M3 |
| Until His face and raiment poured | D |
| A glory most divine | M3 |
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| The thorns upon His forehead | U |
| Broke out in leaves of gold | R3 |
| The blood drops turned to berries | S3 |
| Like rubies rich and bold | R3 |
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| The blankets that bewrapped Him | T3 |
| Flowed into folds of white | U3 |
| Bestarred with gold and jewels | V3 |
| Which sparkled in the light | U3 |
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| The very chair He sat on | M3 |
| Became a crystal throne | M3 |
| The oaken stool beneath His feet | K |
| Turned to a jasper stone | M3 |
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| He stretched an arm to Michael | W3 |
| And touched him with His hand | O |
| And he arose beside the throne | M3 |
| An angel bright and grand | O |
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| And then His lips were opened | X3 |
| And strong and sweet and clear | C2 |
| Like water from a fountain | M3 |
| His voice was good to hear | C2 |
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| I am the King of Glory | A2 |
| I am your brother too | W |
| And even as you do to Me | A2 |
| So do I unto you | W |
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| You took Me in and clothed Me | A2 |
| You washed My body pierced | Y3 |
| You gave me of your wine to drink | Z3 |
| When I was sore athirst | Y3 |
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| And you have suffered also | N |
| And you must suffer still | G2 |
| I suffered upon Calvary | A2 |
| I suffer on the Hill | G2 |
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| But I am Prince of Sorrow | N |
| And I am Lord of Care | C2 |
| I come to bring you comfort | Y3 |
| And save you from despair | C2 |
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| Your son your only son is safe | A4 |
| And beautiful to see | A2 |
| And though you miss him for a while | B4 |
| You know he is with Me | A2 |
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| And I will give him peace and joy | C4 |
| As no man every knew | W |
| A little grief a little pain | M3 |
| And I will come for you | W |
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| He rose His arms around their son | M3 |
| And through the open door | C2 |
| They only saw a whirl of snow | N |
| And heard the tempest roar | C2 |
William Cosmo Monkhouse
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