1 February 1878 to 3 May 1916 (~38)
This poem hasn't been set to music yet, but you can still practice with the cloze game!
How to Play Cloze Games
A cloze game is a reading comprehension activity where certain words are removed from a text and you need to fill in the blanks with the correct words. This helps improve vocabulary, reading comprehension, and understanding of context.
Type In Mode
In this mode, you can:
- Type your answers directly into the blank spaces
- Get instant feedback as you type - correct answers show green, incorrect show red
- Use the keyboard for faster input and navigation
- Submit answers to check your overall progress
Drag & Drop Mode
Switch to Drag & Drop mode to:
- Drag words from the word bank and drop them into blank spaces
- Click on words in the bank to automatically fill blanks
- Click on blanks to select or clear them
Game Features
- Word Skip Selector: Choose how frequently words are removed (every 4th, 5th, 6th word, etc.)
- Progress Bar: Shows your completion percentage
- Color Feedback: Green for correct answers, red for incorrect ones
- Audio Player: Listen to the musical arrangement while you play (when available)
- Show Missing Words: View all the correct answers if you need help
- Reset Game: Start over with the same poem
- New Game: Get a different random poem
Winning
When you fill all the blanks correctly and submit your answers, you'll see a congratulations message! The progress bar will show 100% completion.
Tips
- Read the entire poem first to understand the context
- Look for grammatical clues (verb tense, articles, etc.)
- Use the audio player to hear the rhythm and flow (when available)
- Start with easier word skip settings (like every 8th word) and work your way up
- Don't be afraid to use "Show Missing Words" if you get stuck!
- Try both Type In and Drag & Drop modes to see which you prefer
Missing Words
Babylon is passed away,
Dublin's day must now begin;
the hill above the bay
Make your mansion, pray sin.
Pray for grace yourself to be,
To be in all you do,
For a straight sincerity,—
to see a point of view.
And you'll sin praying so,
For to know you're right is wrong,—
Yet we can't like blossoms grow
But to blow wind along.
Sin is always very near—
It is as in the crowd;
Know you're humble and austere,—
Be sincere and you'll be proud.
Once was purple
The pavilion of our pride,
Now the lodge of
Stays us on the mountain side.
In a lodge a gate
Live in state and live apart,
Till little-distant date
When your fate will bid you start,—
Bid you leave this room and that,
Where you and where you slept,—
Lock the door and the mat,
Smiling at the way 'twas kept.
For, whate'er your sin or whim,
You were prim and rounded things;
And you kept your life in trim,
Though not the hymn-book sings.
What about it after all?—
you fall you rise again,
And at least you sprawl
At the call of other men.
There again pride you sin—
Come within and shut the door;
from Babylonian din
Now begin your prayer once more.
me from sincerity
Such as spoiled the Pharisee .— Amen.