To An Afflicted Protestant Lady In France Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKL MMEENOPPLLQQRFSSTTUU VWXXHHYYZZ

Madam A stranger's purpose in theseA
Is to congratulate and not to praiseB
To give the creature the Creator's dueC
Were sin in me and an offence to youC
From man to man or e'en to woman paidD
Praise is the medium of a knavish tradeD
A coin by craft for folly's use designedE
Spurious and only current with the blindE
The path of sorrow and that path aloneF
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknownF
No traveller ever reached that blessed abodeG
Who found not thorns and briers in his roadG
The world my dance along the flowery plainH
Cheered as they go by many a sprightly strainH
Where nature has her mossy velvet spreadI
With unshot feet they yet securely treadI
Admonished scorn the caution nd the friendJ
Bent all on pleasure heedless of its endJ
But He who knew what human hearts would proveK
How slow to learn the dictates of his loveL
That hard by nature and of stubborn willM
A life of ease would make them harder stillM
In pity to the souls of grace designedE
To rescue from the ruins of mankindE
Called for a cloud to darken all their yearsN
And said 'Go spend them in the vale of tears 'O
O balmy gates of soul reviving airP
O salutary streams that murmur thereP
These flowing from the Fount of Grace aboveL
Those breathed from lips of everlasting loveL
The flinty soil indeed their feet annoysQ
Chill blasts of trouble nip their springing joysQ
An envious world will interpose its frownR
To mar delights superior to its ownF
And many a pang experienced still withinS
Reminds them of their hated inmate SinS
But ills of every shape and every nameT
Transformed to blessings miss their cruel aimT
And every moment's calm that soothes the breastU
Is given in earnest of eternal restU
Ah be not sad although thy lot be castV
Far from the flock and in a boundless wasteW
No shepherd's tents within thy view appearX
But the chief Shepherd even there is nearX
Thy tender sorrows and thy plaintive strainH
Flow in a foreign land but not in vainH
Thy tears all issue from a source divineY
And every drop bespeaks a Saviour thineY
So once in Gideon's fleece the dews were foundZ
And drought on all the drooping herbs aroundZ

William Cowper



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