The Silver Box Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE FGHG IJKL MNON PQKQ RNSN TUVU WXYX ZNSN TDA2D B2C2D2C2 ZNE2N F2G2NG2 H2I2ZI2 INJ2N IJKLOld tales of valour fire our blood | A |
But this the bravest deed I know | B |
Is written of our modern times | C |
No myth of long ago | B |
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It was a convent grim and grey | D |
Whose vine clad balconies looked down | E |
On stately old Colonial homes | F |
Of a fair Southern town | E |
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And daughters of those grand old homes | F |
Dwelt humble Nuns within its shade | G |
Serving their Lord with zealous hearts | H |
Joyous and unafraid | G |
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From the dear Rectress staid and old | I |
To the small novice whose sweet eyes | J |
Held the soft blue of Mary s cloak | K |
Or flowers of Paradise | L |
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Peaceful and holy ran their lives | M |
Hallowed by sacrifice and prayer | N |
Until one summer day did come | O |
A fateful message there | N |
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A letter from a brave young Priest | P |
The Rectress nephew who long while | Q |
Had toiled alone mid leper folk | K |
In a West Indian Isle | Q |
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The horrors of that festering hell | R |
He told Ah There were women there | N |
Deep sunk in suffering and in sin | S |
Who needed women s care | N |
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The good Nun read with blanching face | T |
And well her wisdom could divine | U |
The cry for help he dared not ask | V |
The breathed in every line | U |
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She could not bid her daughters loved | W |
Such awful sacrifice to make | X |
But should one feel impelled to give | Y |
Her life for Jesus sake | X |
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I ll place She said this silver box | Z |
Before the chapel alter where | N |
Such one may place her name therein | S |
In quiet and secret there | N |
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The convent was a silent place | T |
For all that long long summer day | D |
Though in the garden old the bees | A2 |
Hummed round nasturtiums gay | D |
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But tasks were done and prayers were said | B2 |
In thoughtful silence faithfully | C2 |
The merry little novice e en | D2 |
Went slowly and solemnly | C2 |
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A thing of fate the little box | Z |
Lay bright upon the alter stair | N |
The silver lamp before Our Lord | E2 |
Shone on it sparkling there | N |
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Next morn they waited after Mass | F2 |
To hear the chaplain grave proclaim | G2 |
On opening the casket there | N |
If it held any name | G2 |
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And in the rear a little group | H2 |
Off anxious fathers mothers pale | I2 |
Who knew the story of the box | Z |
Waited to hear the tale | I2 |
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Oh Wondrous faith of Peter s fold | I |
That can such fruitage bear | N |
The little box was very full | J2 |
No name was missing there | N |
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From the dear Rectress staid and old | I |
To the small novice who bright eyes | J |
Mirrored the blue of Mary s cloak | K |
Of flowers of Paradise | L |
Alice Guerin Crist
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