The Angel Of The Church Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDEDE A FGHGIJIJ A KLKLMNMN O PQPQBRBR Q SESTQCQC O UVUWXYZY O A2B2A2C2D2E2D2E2 O F2PF2PUOUO U G2TG2OJH2JH2

IA
Aye strike with sacrilegious aimB
The temple of the living GodC
Hurl iron bolt and seething flameB
Through aisles which holiest feet have trodC
Tear up the altar spoil the tombD
And raging with demoniac ireE
Send down in sudden crash of doomD
That grand old sky sustaining spireE
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IIA
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That spire for full a hundred yearsF
Hath been a people's point of sightG
That shrine hath warmed their souls to tearsH
With strains well worthy Salem's heightG
The sweet clear music of its bellsI
Made liquid soft in Southern airJ
Still through the heart of memory swellsI
And wakes the hopeful soul to prayerJ
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IIIA
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Along the shores for many a mileK
Long ere they owned a beacon markL
It caught arid kept the Day God's smileK
The guide for every wandering barkL
Averting from our homes the scaithM
Of fiery bolt in storm cloud drivenN
The Pharos to the wandering faithM
It pointed every prayer to HeavenN
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IVO
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Well may ye felons of the timeP
Still loathing all that's pure and freeQ
Add this to many a thousand crimeP
'Gainst peace and sweet humanityQ
Ye who have wrapped our towns in flameB
Defiled our shrines befouled our homesR
But fitly turn your murderous aimB
Against Jehovah's ancient domesR
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VQ
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Yet though the grand old temple fallsS
And downward sinks the lofty spireE
Our faith is stronger than our wallsS
And soars above the storm and fireT
Ye shake no faith in souls made freeQ
To tread the paths their fathers trodC
To fight and die for libertyQ
Believing in the avenging GodC
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VIO
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Think not though long his anger staysU
His justice sleeps His wrath is spentV
The arm of vengeance but delaysU
To make more dread the punishmentW
Each impious hand that lights the torchX
Shall wither ere the bolt shall fallY
And the bright Angel of the ChurchZ
With seraph shield avert the ballY
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VIIO
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For still we deem as taught of oldA2
That where the faith the altar buildsB2
God sends an angel from his foldA2
Whose sleepless watch the temple shieldsC2
And to his flock with sweet accordD2
Yields their fond choice from THRONES and POWERSE2
Thus Michael with his fiery swordD2
And golden shield still champions oursE2
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VIIIO
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And he who smote the dragon downF2
And chained him thousand years of timeP
Need never fear the boa's frownF2
Though loathsome in his spite and slimeP
He from the topmost height surveysU
And guards the shrines our fathers gaveO
And we who sleep beneath his gazeU
May well believe his power to saveO
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IXU
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Yet if it be that for our sinG2
Our angel's term of watch is o'erT
With proper prayer true faith must winG2
The guardian watcher back once more IO
Faith brethren of the Church and prayerJ
In blood and sackcloth if it needH2
And still our spire shall rise in airJ
Our temple though our people bleedH2

William Gilmore Simms



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