Ode - The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Hail orient Conqueror of gloomy NightB
Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitudeC
On hearts howe'er insensible or rudeC
Whether thy punctual visitations smiteC
The haughty towers where monarchs dwellD
Or thou impartial Sun with presence brightC
Cheer'st the low threshold of the peasant's cellD
Not unrejoiced I see thee climb the skyA
In naked splendour clear from mist or hazeE
Or cloud approaching to divert the raysE
Which even in deepest winter testifyA
Thy power and majestyC
Dazzling the vision that presumes to gazeE
Well does thine aspect usher in this DayC
As aptly suits therewith that modest paceF
Submitted to the chainsG
That bind thee to the path which God ordainsG
That thou shalt traceG
Till with the heavens and earth thou pass awayC
Nor less the stillness of these frosty plainsG
Their utter stillness and the silent graceG
Of yon ethereal summits white with snowH
Whose tranquil pomp and spotless purityC
Report of storms gone byA
To us who tread belowH
Do with the service of this Day accordC
Divinest Object which the uplifted eyeA
Of mortal man is suffered to beholdC
Thou who upon those snow clad Heights has pouredC
Meek lustre nor forget'st the humble ValeI
Thou who dost warm Earth's universal mouldC
And for thy bounty wert not unadoredC
By pious men of oldC
Once more heart cheering Sun I bid thee hailI
Bright be thy course to day let not this promise failI
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'Mid the deep quiet of this morning hourJ
All nature seems to hear me while I speakK
By feelings urged that do not vainly seekK
Apt language ready as the tuneful notesG
That stream in blithe succession from the throatsG
Of birds in leafy bowerJ
Warbling a farewell to a vernal showerJ
There is a radiant though a short lived flameL
That burns for Poets in the dawning eastC
And oft my soul hath kindled at the sameL
When the captivity of sleep had ceasedC
But He who fixed immoveably the frameL
Of the round world and built by laws as strongM
A solid refuge for distressG
The towers of righteousnessG
He knows that from a holier altar cameL
The quickening spark of this day's sacrificeG
Knows that the source is nobler whence doth riseG
The current of this matin songM
That deeper far it liesG
Than aught dependent on the fickle skiesG
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Have we not conquered by the vengeful swordC
Ah no by dint of MagnanimityC
That curbed the baser passions and left freeC
A loyal band to follow their liege LordC
Clear sighted Honour and his staid CompeersG
Along a track of most unnatural yearsG
In execution of heroic deedsG
Whose memory spotless as the crystal beadsG
Of morning dew upon the untrodden meadsG
Shall live enrolled above the starry spheresG
He who in concert with an earthly stringN
Of Britain's acts would singN
He with enraptured voice will tellD
Of One whose spirit no reverse could quellD
Of One that 'mid the failing never failedC
Who paints how Britain struggled and prevailedC
Shall represent her labouring with an eyeA
Of circumspect humanityC
Shall show her clothed with strength and skillO
All martial duties to fulfilO
Firm as a rock in stationary fightC
In motion rapid as the lightning's gleamP
Fierce as a flood gate bursting at midnightC
To rouse the wicked from their giddy dreamP
Woe woe to all that face her in the fieldC
Appalled she may not be and cannot yieldC
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And thus is 'missed' the sole true gloryC
That can belong to human storyC
At which they only shall arriveA
Who through the abyss of weakness diveA
The very humblest are too proud of heartC
And one brief day is rightly set apartC
For Him who lifteth up and layeth lowO
For that Almighty God to whom we oweO
Say not that we have vanquished but that we surviveA
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How dreadful the dominion of the impureQ
Why should the Song be tardy to proclaimL
That less than power unbounded could not tameL
That soul of Evil which from hell let looseG
Had filled the astonished world with such abuseG
As boundless patience only could endureQ
Wide wasted regions cities wrapt in flameL
Who sees may lift a streaming eyeA
To Heaven who never saw may heave a sighA
But the foundation of our nature shakesG
And with an infinite pain the spirit achesG
When desolated countries towns on fireJ
Are but the avowed attireJ
Of warfare waged with desperate mindC
Against the life of virtue in mankindC
Assaulting without ruthR
The citadels of truthR
While the fair gardens of civilityC
By ignorance defacedC
By violence laid wasteC
Perish without reprieve for flower or treeC
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A crouching purpose a distracted willO
Opposed to hopes that battened upon scornS
And to desires whose ever waxing hornS
Not all the light of earthly power could fillO
Opposed to dark deep plots of patient skillO
And to celerities of lawless forceG
Which spurning God had flung away remorseG
What could they gain but shadows of redressG
So bad proceeded propagating worseG
And discipline was passion's dire excessG
Widens the fatal web its lines extendC
And deadlier poisons in the chalice blendC
When will your trials teach you to be wiseG
O prostrate Lands consult your agoniesG
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No more the guilt is banishedC
And with the guilt the shame is fledC
And with the guilt and shame the Woe hath vanishedC
Shaking the dust and ashes from her headC
No more these lingerings of distressG
Sully the limpid stream of thankfulnessG
What robe can Gratitude employO
So seemly as the radiant vest of JoyO
What steps so suitable as those that moveA
In prompt obedience to spontaneous measuresG
Of glory and felicity and loveA
Surrendering the whole heart to sacred pleasuresG
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O Britain dearer far than life is dearT
If one there beC
Of all thy progenyC
Who can forget thy prowess never moreU
Be that ungrateful Son allowed to hearV
Thy green leaves rustle or thy torrents roarU
As springs the lion from his denW
As from a forest brakeX
Upstarts a glistering snakeX
The bold Arch despot re appeared againW
Wide Europe heaves impatient to be castC
With all her armed PowersG
On that offensive soil like waves upon a thousand shoresG
The trumpet blew a universal blastC
But Thou art foremost in the field there standC
Receive the triumph destined to thy handC
All States have glorified themselves their claimsG
Are weighed by Providence in balance evenY
And now in preference to the mightiest namesG
To Thee the exterminating sword is givenZ
Dread mark of approbation justly gainedC
Exalted office worthily sustainedC
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Preserve O Lord within our heartsG
The memory of thy favourU
That else insensibly departsG
And loses its sweet savourU
Lodge it within us as the power of lightC
Lives inexhaustibly in precious gemsG
Fixed on the front of Eastern diademsG
So shine our thankfulness for ever brightC
What offering what transcendent monumentC
Shall our sincerity to Thee presentC
Not work of hands but trophies that may reachA2
To highest Heaven the labour of the SoulO
That builds as thy unerring precepts teachA2
Upon the internal conquests made by eachA2
Her hope of lasting glory for the wholeO
Yet will not heaven disown nor earth gainsayG
The outward service of this dayG
Whether the worshippers entreatG
Forgiveness from God's mercy seatG
Or thanks and praises to His throne ascendG
That He has brought our warfare to an endG
And that we need no second victoryU
Ha what a ghastly sight for man to seeU
And to the heavenly saints in peace who dwellO
For a brief moment terribleO
But to thy sovereign penetration fairU
Before whom all things are that wereU
All judgments that have been or e'er shall beU
Links in the chain of thy tranquillityG
Along the bosom of this favoured NationZ
Breathe Thou this day a vital undulationZ
Let all who do this land inheritG
Be conscious of thy moving spiritG
Oh 'tis a goodly Ordinance the sightG
Though sprung from bleeding war is one of pure delightG
Bless Thou the hour or ere the hour arriveA
When a whole people shall kneel down in prayerU
And at one moment in one rapture striveA
With lip and heart to tell their gratitudeG
For thy protecting careU
Their solemn joy praising the Eternal LordG
For tyranny subduedG
And for the sway of equity renewedG
For liberty confirmed and peace restoredG
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But hark the summons down the placid lakeX
Floats the soft cadence of the church tower bellsG
Bright shines the Sun as if his beams would wakeX
The tender insects sleeping in their cellsG
Bright shines the Sun and not a breeze to shakeX
The drops that tip the melting iciclesG
'O enter now his temple gate '-
Inviting words perchance already flungB2
As the crowd press devoutly down the aisleO
Of some old Minster's venerable pileO
From voices into zealous passion stungB2
While the tubed engine feels the inspiring blastG
And has begun its clouds of sound to castG
Forth towards empyreal HeavenZ
As if the fretted roof were rivenZ
'Us' humbler ceremonies now awaitG
But in the bosom with devout respectG
The banner of our joy we will erectG
And strength of love our souls shall elevateG
For to a few collected in his nameL
Their heavenly Father will incline an earU
Gracious to service hallowed by its aimL
Awake the majesty of God revereU
Go and with foreheads meekly bowedG
Present your prayers go and rejoice aloudG
The Holy One will hearU
And what 'mid silence deep with faith sincereU
Ye in your low and undisturbed estateG
Shall simply feel and purely meditateG
Of warnings from the unprecedented mightG
Which in our time the impious have disclosedG
And of more arduous duties thence imposedG
Upon the future advocates of rightG
Of mysteries revealedG
And judgments unrepealedG
Of earthly revolutionZ
And final retributionZ
To his omniscience will appearU
An offering not unworthy to find placeG
On this high DAY of THANKS before theC2
Throne of GraceG

William Wordsworth



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