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 G2TG2OJH2JH2I | A |
Aye strike with sacrilegious aim | B |
The temple of the living God | C |
Hurl iron bolt and seething flame | B |
Through aisles which holiest feet have trod | C |
Tear up the altar spoil the tomb | D |
And raging with demoniac ire | E |
Send down in sudden crash of doom | D |
That grand old sky sustaining spire | E |
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II | A |
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That spire for full a hundred years | F |
Hath been a people's point of sight | G |
That shrine hath warmed their souls to tears | H |
With strains well worthy Salem's height | G |
The sweet clear music of its bells | I |
Made liquid soft in Southern air | J |
Still through the heart of memory swells | I |
And wakes the hopeful soul to prayer | J |
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III | A |
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Along the shores for many a mile | K |
Long ere they owned a beacon mark | L |
It caught arid kept the Day God's smile | K |
The guide for every wandering bark | L |
Averting from our homes the scaith | M |
Of fiery bolt in storm cloud driven | N |
The Pharos to the wandering faith | M |
It pointed every prayer to Heaven | N |
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IV | O |
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Well may ye felons of the time | P |
Still loathing all that's pure and free | Q |
Add this to many a thousand crime | P |
'Gainst peace and sweet humanity | Q |
Ye who have wrapped our towns in flame | B |
Defiled our shrines befouled our homes | R |
But fitly turn your murderous aim | B |
Against Jehovah's ancient domes | R |
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V | Q |
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Yet though the grand old temple falls | S |
And downward sinks the lofty spire | E |
Our faith is stronger than our walls | S |
And soars above the storm and fire | T |
Ye shake no faith in souls made free | Q |
To tread the paths their fathers trod | C |
To fight and die for liberty | Q |
Believing in the avenging God | C |
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VI | O |
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Think not though long his anger stays | U |
His justice sleeps His wrath is spent | V |
The arm of vengeance but delays | U |
To make more dread the punishment | W |
Each impious hand that lights the torch | X |
Shall wither ere the bolt shall fall | Y |
And the bright Angel of the Church | Z |
With seraph shield avert the ball | Y |
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VII | O |
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For still we deem as taught of old | A2 |
That where the faith the altar builds | B2 |
God sends an angel from his fold | A2 |
Whose sleepless watch the temple shields | C2 |
And to his flock with sweet accord | D2 |
Yields their fond choice from THRONES and POWERS | E2 |
Thus Michael with his fiery sword | D2 |
And golden shield still champions ours | E2 |
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VIII | O |
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And he who smote the dragon down | F2 |
And chained him thousand years of time | P |
Need never fear the boa's frown | F2 |
Though loathsome in his spite and slime | P |
He from the topmost height surveys | U |
And guards the shrines our fathers gave | O |
And we who sleep beneath his gaze | U |
May well believe his power to save | O |
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IX | U |
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Yet if it be that for our sin | G2 |
Our angel's term of watch is o'er | T |
With proper prayer true faith must win | G2 |
The guardian watcher back once more I | O |
Faith brethren of the Church and prayer | J |
In blood and sackcloth if it need | H2 |
And still our spire shall rise in air | J |
Our temple though our people bleed | H2 |
William Gilmore Simms
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