The Soul's Answer

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811–1896) · 1867

iambic pentameter · 24 lines · from Religious Poems

THAT mystic word of thine, O sovereign Lord,Is all too pure, too high, too deep for me;Weary of striving, and with longing faint,I breathe it back again in prayer to thee.

Abide in me, I pray, and I in thee;From this good hour, O, leave me nevermore;Then shall the discord cease, the wound be healed,The lifelong bleeding of the soul be o'er.

Abide in me; o'ershadow by thy loveEach half-formed purpose and dark thought of sin;Quench, e'er it rise, each selfish, low desire,And keep my soul as thine, calm and divine.

As some rare perfume in a vase of clayPervades it with a fragrance not its own,So, when thou dwellest in a mortal soul,All heaven's own sweetness seems around it thrown.

Abide in me: there have been moments blestWhen I have heard thy voice and felt thy power;Then evil lost its grasp, and passion, hushed,Owned the divine enchantment of the hour.

These were but seasons, beautiful and rare;Abide in me, and they shall ever be.Fulfil at once thy precept and my prayer,--Come, and abide in me, and I in thee.

Words in this poem

nevermore adv.
Never again; at no time hereafter. Testament of Love. Tyndale.
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
lifelong a.
Lasting or continuing through life. [Life + long. Cf. Livelong.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

The Soul's Answer is in the public domain. This text is taken from Religious Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #44778; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

The Soul's Answer is 24 lines in 6 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%).

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -A-A lord · meA · faint · theeA
  2. 4 -A-A clay · ownA · soul · thrownA
  3. 5 -A-A blest · powerA · hushed · hourA
  4. 6 ABAB rareA · beB · prayerA · theeB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
THAT mystic word of thine, O sovereign Lord,10·/˘····/˘·
Is all too pure, too high, too deep for me;10··········
Weary of striving, and with longing faint,10/˘·/˘··/˘·
I breathe it back again in prayer to thee.10····˘/····
Abide in me, I pray, and I in thee;10˘/········
From this good hour, O, leave me nevermore;10···/···/˘·
Then shall the discord cease, the wound be healed,10···/˘·····
The lifelong bleeding of the soul be o'er.10·///˘·····
Abide in me; o'ershadow by thy love10˘/········
Each half-formed purpose and dark thought of sin;10···/˘·····
Quench, e'er it rise, each selfish, low desire,11·····/˘·˘/˘
And keep my soul as thine, calm and divine.10········˘/
As some rare perfume in a vase of clay10···˘/·····
Pervades it with a fragrance not its own,10˘/···/˘···
So, when thou dwellest in a mortal soul,10···/˘··/˘·
All heaven's own sweetness seems around it thrown.11·/˘·/˘·····
Abide in me: there have been moments blest10˘/·····/˘·
When I have heard thy voice and felt thy power;11·········/˘
Then evil lost its grasp, and passion, hushed,10·/˘····/˘·
Owned the divine enchantment of the hour.11··˘/˘/˘··/˘
These were but seasons, beautiful and rare;10···/˘/˘˘··
Abide in me, and they shall ever be.10˘/·····/˘·
Fulfil at once thy precept and my prayer,--10·····/····
Come, and abide in me, and I in thee.10··˘/······

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