Analysis of Père Lalemant
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall 1883 (Gunnersbury, London) – 1922 (Vancouver)
I LIFT the Lord on high,
Under the murmuring hemlock boughs, and see
The small birds of the forest lingering by
And making melody.
These are mine acolytes and these my choir,
And this mine altar in the cool green shade,
Where the wild soft-eyed does draw nigh
Wondering, as in the byre
Of Bethlehem the oxen heard Thy cry
And saw Thee, unafraid.
My boatmen sit apart,
Wolf-eyed, wolf-sinewed, stiller than the trees.
Help me, O Lord, for very slow of heart
And hard of faith are these.
Cruel are they, yet Thy children. Foul are they,
Yet wert Thou born to save them utterly.
Then make me as I pray,
Just to their hates, kind to their sorrows, wise
After their speech, and strong before their free
Indomitable eyes.
Do the French lilies reign
O'er Mont Royal and Stadacona still ?
Up the St. Lawrence comes the spring again,
Crowning each southward hill
And blossoming pool with beauty, while I roam
Far from the perilous folds that are my home,
There where we built St. Ignace for our needs,
Shaped the rough roof tree, turned the first sweet sod,
St. Ignace and St. Louis, little beads
On the rosary of God.
Pines shall Thy pillars be,
Fairer than those Sidonian cedars brought
By Hiram out of Tyre, and each birch-tree
Shines like a holy thought.
But come no worshippers; shall I confess,
St. Francis-like, the birds of the wilderness?
O, with Thy love my lonely head uphold.
A wandering shepherd I, who hath no sheep;
A wandering soul, who hath no scrip, nor gold,
Nor anywhere to sleep.
My hour of rest is done;
On the smooth ripple lifts the long canoe;
The hemlocks murmur sadly as the sun
Slants his dim arrows through.
Whither I go I know not, nor the way,
Dark with strange passions, vexed with heathen charms,
Holding I know not what of life or death;
Only be Thou beside me day by day,
Thy rod my guide and comfort, underneath
Thy everlasting arms.
Scheme | ABABCDACAD EFEFGBGHBH XIXIJJKLKL BMBMXXNONO PQPQGRXGXR |
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (32%) |
Metre | 110111 1001001101 01110101001 010100 1111001110 0111000111 10111111 1001001 110010111 01101 11101 111110101 1111110111 011111 10111110111 1111111100 111111 1111111101 1011010111 010001 101101 10110011 1011010101 101101 01001110111 11010011111 11111101101 1011110111 1100110101 1010011 111101 10111101 1101110111 110101 1111001101 11010110100 1111110101 01001011111 01001111111 11011 1101111 1011010101 011010101 111101 1011111101 1111011101 1011111111 1011011111 111101001 10101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,831 |
Words | 341 |
Sentences | 21 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 10, 10, 10, 10 |
Lines Amount | 50 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 290 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 68 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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