Ode - The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCCDCDAEEACECFGGGCG GHCAHCACCICCCII A JKKGGJJLCLCLMGGLGGMG G A CCCCGGGGGGNNDDCCACOO CPCPCC A CCAACCOOA C QLLGGQLAAGGJJCCRRCCC C A OSSOOGGGGGCCGG A CCCCGGOOAGAG A TCCUVUWXXWCGGCCCGYGZ CC G GUGUCGGCCCA2OA2A2OGG GGGGUUOOUUUGZZGGGGAU AGUGGGG G XGXGXG B2OOB2GGZZGGGGLULUGG UUGGGGGGGGZZUGC2G| I | A |
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| Hail orient Conqueror of gloomy Night | B |
| Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitude | C |
| On hearts howe'er insensible or rude | C |
| Whether thy punctual visitations smite | C |
| The haughty towers where monarchs dwell | D |
| Or thou impartial Sun with presence bright | C |
| Cheer'st the low threshold of the peasant's cell | D |
| Not unrejoiced I see thee climb the sky | A |
| In naked splendour clear from mist or haze | E |
| Or cloud approaching to divert the rays | E |
| Which even in deepest winter testify | A |
| Thy power and majesty | C |
| Dazzling the vision that presumes to gaze | E |
| Well does thine aspect usher in this Day | C |
| As aptly suits therewith that modest pace | F |
| Submitted to the chains | G |
| That bind thee to the path which God ordains | G |
| That thou shalt trace | G |
| Till with the heavens and earth thou pass away | C |
| Nor less the stillness of these frosty plains | G |
| Their utter stillness and the silent grace | G |
| Of yon ethereal summits white with snow | H |
| Whose tranquil pomp and spotless purity | C |
| Report of storms gone by | A |
| To us who tread below | H |
| Do with the service of this Day accord | C |
| Divinest Object which the uplifted eye | A |
| Of mortal man is suffered to behold | C |
| Thou who upon those snow clad Heights has poured | C |
| Meek lustre nor forget'st the humble Vale | I |
| Thou who dost warm Earth's universal mould | C |
| And for thy bounty wert not unadored | C |
| By pious men of old | C |
| Once more heart cheering Sun I bid thee hail | I |
| Bright be thy course to day let not this promise fail | I |
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| II | A |
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| 'Mid the deep quiet of this morning hour | J |
| All nature seems to hear me while I speak | K |
| By feelings urged that do not vainly seek | K |
| Apt language ready as the tuneful notes | G |
| That stream in blithe succession from the throats | G |
| Of birds in leafy bower | J |
| Warbling a farewell to a vernal shower | J |
| There is a radiant though a short lived flame | L |
| That burns for Poets in the dawning east | C |
| And oft my soul hath kindled at the same | L |
| When the captivity of sleep had ceased | C |
| But He who fixed immoveably the frame | L |
| Of the round world and built by laws as strong | M |
| A solid refuge for distress | G |
| The towers of righteousness | G |
| He knows that from a holier altar came | L |
| The quickening spark of this day's sacrifice | G |
| Knows that the source is nobler whence doth rise | G |
| The current of this matin song | M |
| That deeper far it lies | G |
| Than aught dependent on the fickle skies | G |
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| III | A |
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| Have we not conquered by the vengeful sword | C |
| Ah no by dint of Magnanimity | C |
| That curbed the baser passions and left free | C |
| A loyal band to follow their liege Lord | C |
| Clear sighted Honour and his staid Compeers | G |
| Along a track of most unnatural years | G |
| In execution of heroic deeds | G |
| Whose memory spotless as the crystal beads | G |
| Of morning dew upon the untrodden meads | G |
| Shall live enrolled above the starry spheres | G |
| He who in concert with an earthly string | N |
| Of Britain's acts would sing | N |
| He with enraptured voice will tell | D |
| Of One whose spirit no reverse could quell | D |
| Of One that 'mid the failing never failed | C |
| Who paints how Britain struggled and prevailed | C |
| Shall represent her labouring with an eye | A |
| Of circumspect humanity | C |
| Shall show her clothed with strength and skill | O |
| All martial duties to fulfil | O |
| Firm as a rock in stationary fight | C |
| In motion rapid as the lightning's gleam | P |
| Fierce as a flood gate bursting at midnight | C |
| To rouse the wicked from their giddy dream | P |
| Woe woe to all that face her in the field | C |
| Appalled she may not be and cannot yield | C |
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| IV | A |
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| And thus is 'missed' the sole true glory | C |
| That can belong to human story | C |
| At which they only shall arrive | A |
| Who through the abyss of weakness dive | A |
| The very humblest are too proud of heart | C |
| And one brief day is rightly set apart | C |
| For Him who lifteth up and layeth low | O |
| For that Almighty God to whom we owe | O |
| Say not that we have vanquished but that we survive | A |
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| V | C |
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| How dreadful the dominion of the impure | Q |
| Why should the Song be tardy to proclaim | L |
| That less than power unbounded could not tame | L |
| That soul of Evil which from hell let loose | G |
| Had filled the astonished world with such abuse | G |
| As boundless patience only could endure | Q |
| Wide wasted regions cities wrapt in flame | L |
| Who sees may lift a streaming eye | A |
| To Heaven who never saw may heave a sigh | A |
| But the foundation of our nature shakes | G |
| And with an infinite pain the spirit aches | G |
| When desolated countries towns on fire | J |
| Are but the avowed attire | J |
| Of warfare waged with desperate mind | C |
| Against the life of virtue in mankind | C |
| Assaulting without ruth | R |
| The citadels of truth | R |
| While the fair gardens of civility | C |
| By ignorance defaced | C |
| By violence laid waste | C |
| Perish without reprieve for flower or tree | C |
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| VI | A |
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| A crouching purpose a distracted will | O |
| Opposed to hopes that battened upon scorn | S |
| And to desires whose ever waxing horn | S |
| Not all the light of earthly power could fill | O |
| Opposed to dark deep plots of patient skill | O |
| And to celerities of lawless force | G |
| Which spurning God had flung away remorse | G |
| What could they gain but shadows of redress | G |
| So bad proceeded propagating worse | G |
| And discipline was passion's dire excess | G |
| Widens the fatal web its lines extend | C |
| And deadlier poisons in the chalice blend | C |
| When will your trials teach you to be wise | G |
| O prostrate Lands consult your agonies | G |
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| VII | A |
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| No more the guilt is banished | C |
| And with the guilt the shame is fled | C |
| And with the guilt and shame the Woe hath vanished | C |
| Shaking the dust and ashes from her head | C |
| No more these lingerings of distress | G |
| Sully the limpid stream of thankfulness | G |
| What robe can Gratitude employ | O |
| So seemly as the radiant vest of Joy | O |
| What steps so suitable as those that move | A |
| In prompt obedience to spontaneous measures | G |
| Of glory and felicity and love | A |
| Surrendering the whole heart to sacred pleasures | G |
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| VIII | A |
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| O Britain dearer far than life is dear | T |
| If one there be | C |
| Of all thy progeny | C |
| Who can forget thy prowess never more | U |
| Be that ungrateful Son allowed to hear | V |
| Thy green leaves rustle or thy torrents roar | U |
| As springs the lion from his den | W |
| As from a forest brake | X |
| Upstarts a glistering snake | X |
| The bold Arch despot re appeared again | W |
| Wide Europe heaves impatient to be cast | C |
| With all her armed Powers | G |
| On that offensive soil like waves upon a thousand shores | G |
| The trumpet blew a universal blast | C |
| But Thou art foremost in the field there stand | C |
| Receive the triumph destined to thy hand | C |
| All States have glorified themselves their claims | G |
| Are weighed by Providence in balance even | Y |
| And now in preference to the mightiest names | G |
| To Thee the exterminating sword is given | Z |
| Dread mark of approbation justly gained | C |
| Exalted office worthily sustained | C |
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| IX | G |
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| Preserve O Lord within our hearts | G |
| The memory of thy favour | U |
| That else insensibly departs | G |
| And loses its sweet savour | U |
| Lodge it within us as the power of light | C |
| Lives inexhaustibly in precious gems | G |
| Fixed on the front of Eastern diadems | G |
| So shine our thankfulness for ever bright | C |
| What offering what transcendent monument | C |
| Shall our sincerity to Thee present | C |
| Not work of hands but trophies that may reach | A2 |
| To highest Heaven the labour of the Soul | O |
| That builds as thy unerring precepts teach | A2 |
| Upon the internal conquests made by each | A2 |
| Her hope of lasting glory for the whole | O |
| Yet will not heaven disown nor earth gainsay | G |
| The outward service of this day | G |
| Whether the worshippers entreat | G |
| Forgiveness from God's mercy seat | G |
| Or thanks and praises to His throne ascend | G |
| That He has brought our warfare to an end | G |
| And that we need no second victory | U |
| Ha what a ghastly sight for man to see | U |
| And to the heavenly saints in peace who dwell | O |
| For a brief moment terrible | O |
| But to thy sovereign penetration fair | U |
| Before whom all things are that were | U |
| All judgments that have been or e'er shall be | U |
| Links in the chain of thy tranquillity | G |
| Along the bosom of this favoured Nation | Z |
| Breathe Thou this day a vital undulation | Z |
| Let all who do this land inherit | G |
| Be conscious of thy moving spirit | G |
| Oh 'tis a goodly Ordinance the sight | G |
| Though sprung from bleeding war is one of pure delight | G |
| Bless Thou the hour or ere the hour arrive | A |
| When a whole people shall kneel down in prayer | U |
| And at one moment in one rapture strive | A |
| With lip and heart to tell their gratitude | G |
| For thy protecting care | U |
| Their solemn joy praising the Eternal Lord | G |
| For tyranny subdued | G |
| And for the sway of equity renewed | G |
| For liberty confirmed and peace restored | G |
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| X | G |
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| But hark the summons down the placid lake | X |
| Floats the soft cadence of the church tower bells | G |
| Bright shines the Sun as if his beams would wake | X |
| The tender insects sleeping in their cells | G |
| Bright shines the Sun and not a breeze to shake | X |
| The drops that tip the melting icicles | G |
| 'O enter now his temple gate ' | - |
| Inviting words perchance already flung | B2 |
| As the crowd press devoutly down the aisle | O |
| Of some old Minster's venerable pile | O |
| From voices into zealous passion stung | B2 |
| While the tubed engine feels the inspiring blast | G |
| And has begun its clouds of sound to cast | G |
| Forth towards empyreal Heaven | Z |
| As if the fretted roof were riven | Z |
| 'Us' humbler ceremonies now await | G |
| But in the bosom with devout respect | G |
| The banner of our joy we will erect | G |
| And strength of love our souls shall elevate | G |
| For to a few collected in his name | L |
| Their heavenly Father will incline an ear | U |
| Gracious to service hallowed by its aim | L |
| Awake the majesty of God revere | U |
| Go and with foreheads meekly bowed | G |
| Present your prayers go and rejoice aloud | G |
| The Holy One will hear | U |
| And what 'mid silence deep with faith sincere | U |
| Ye in your low and undisturbed estate | G |
| Shall simply feel and purely meditate | G |
| Of warnings from the unprecedented might | G |
| Which in our time the impious have disclosed | G |
| And of more arduous duties thence imposed | G |
| Upon the future advocates of right | G |
| Of mysteries revealed | G |
| And judgments unrepealed | G |
| Of earthly revolution | Z |
| And final retribution | Z |
| To his omniscience will appear | U |
| An offering not unworthy to find place | G |
| On this high DAY of THANKS before the | C2 |
| Throne of Grace | G |
William Wordsworth
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