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 UUGGGGGGGGZZUGC2GI | 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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