Written After The Consecration Of The New Church At Kingswood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHIIJKCCL MDDNNDDDOOIIDDBBDDDD PPQQRRSSBBDDTTFFUUVW DDXXYYZZYYEEDDDDYYYQ QBBA2A2B2B2| When first the fane that white on Kingswood Pen | A |
| Arrests far off the pausing stranger's ken | A |
| Echoed the hymn of praise and on that day | B |
| Which seemed to shine with more auspicious ray | B |
| When thousands listened to the prelate there | C |
| Who called on God with consecrating prayer | C |
| I saw a village maid almost a child | D |
| Even as a light haired cherub undefiled | D |
| From earth's rank fume with innocent look her eye | E |
| Meekly uplifted to the throne on high | E |
| Join in the full choir's solemn harmony | F |
| Oh then how many boding thoughts arose | G |
| Lest long ere varied life's uncertain close | H |
| Those looks of modesty that open truth | I |
| Lighting the forehead of ingenuous youth | I |
| Lest these as slowly steal maturing years | J |
| Should fade and grief succeed and dimming tears | K |
| Then should the cheek be blanched with early care | C |
| Sin mark its first and furrowing traces there | C |
| With touch corroding mar the altered mien | L |
| And leave a canker where the rose had been | M |
| Then the sweet child whose smiles can now impart | D |
| Joy overpowering to a mother's heart | D |
| Might bring down when not anxious love could save | N |
| That mother's few gray hairs with sorrow to the grave | N |
| But hark the preacher's voice his accents bland | D |
| Behold his kindled look his lifted hand | D |
| What holy fervour wakes at his command | D |
| He speaks of faith of mercy from above | O |
| Of heavenly hope of a Redeemer's love | O |
| Hence every thought but that which shows fair youth | I |
| Advancing in the paths of peace and truth | I |
| Which shows thy light O pure religion shed | D |
| Like a faint glory on a daughter's head | D |
| Who shall each parent's love through life repay | B |
| And add a transport to their dying day | B |
| I saw an old man on his staff reclined | D |
| Who seemed to every human change resigned | D |
| He with white locks and long descending beard | D |
| A patriarch of other years appeared | D |
| And thine O aged solitary man | P |
| Was life's enchanted way when life began | P |
| The sunshine on each mountain and the strain | Q |
| Of some sweet melody in every plain | Q |
| Thine was illusive fortune's transient gleam | R |
| And young love's broken but delicious dream | R |
| Those mocking visions of thy youth are flown | S |
| And thou dost bend on death's dark brink alone | S |
| The light associates of thy vernal day | B |
| Where are they Blown like the sere leaves away | B |
| And thou dost seem a trunk on whose bare head | D |
| The gray moss of uncounted days is spread | D |
| I know thee not old man yet traits like these | T |
| Upon thy time worn features fancy sees | T |
| Another or another year for thee | F |
| Haply the silver cord shall loosed be | F |
| Then listen whilst warm eloquence portrays | U |
| That better country to thy anxious gaze | U |
| Who art a weary way worn pilgrim here | V |
| And soon from life's vain masque to disappear | W |
| O aged man lift up thine eyes behold | D |
| What brighter views of distant light unfold | D |
| What though the loss of strength thou dost deplore | X |
| Or broken loves or friends that are no more | X |
| What though gay youth no more his song renews | Y |
| And summer light dies like the rainbow hues | Y |
| The Christian hails the ray that cheers the gloom | Z |
| And throws its heavenly halo round the tomb | Z |
| Who bade the grave its mouldering vault unclose | Y |
| Christ Christ who died yea rather Christ who rose | Y |
| Hope lifts from earth her tear illumined eye | E |
| She sees dispersed the world's last tempest fly | E |
| Sees death arrested 'mid his havoc vast | D |
| Lord at thy feet his broken weapons cast | D |
| In circles far retiring from the sight | D |
| Till undistinguished they are lost in light | D |
| Admiring seraphim suspend their wings | Y |
| Whilst hark the eternal empyrean rings | Y |
| Hosannah Lord of lords and King of kings | Y |
| Such thoughts arose when from the crowded fane | Q |
| I saw retire the mute assembled train | Q |
| Their images beguiled my homeward way | B |
| Which high o'er Lansdowne's lonely summit lay | B |
| There seemed a music in the evening gale | A2 |
| And looking back on the long spreading vale | A2 |
| Methought a blessing waited on the hour | B2 |
| As the last light from heaven shone on the distant tower | B2 |
William Lisle Bowles
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