Analysis of In a heavy hour
Be glad when danger presses
Each power your soul possesses!
In greater strain
Your strength shall gain,
Till greater vict'ry blesses!
Supports may break in pieces,
Your friends may have caprices,
But you shall see,
The end will be,
Your need of crutches ceases.
-'T is clear,
Whom God makes lonely,
To him He comes more near.
| Scheme | AABBAAACCADCD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111010 11011010 0101 1111 110110 0111010 1111010 1111 0111 1111010 111 11110 111111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 321 |
| Words | 59 |
| Sentences | 5 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 13 |
| Lines Amount | 13 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 255 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 57 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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