A True Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Little Ann and her mother were walking one dayA
Through London's wide city so fairB
And business obliged them to go by the wayA
That led them through Cavendish SquareB
And as they pass'd by the great house of a LordC
A beautiful chariot there cameD
To take some most elegant ladies abroadE
Who straightway got into the sameD
The ladies in feathers and jewels were seenF
The chariot was painted all o'erG
The footmen behind were in silver and greenF
The horses were prancing beforeH
Little Ann by her mother walk'd silent and sadI
A tear trickled down from her eyeJ
Till her mother said Ann I should be very gladI
To know what it is makes you cryJ
Mamma said the child see that carriage so fairB
All cover'd with varnish and goldK
Those ladies are riding so charmingly thereB
While we have to walk in the coldK
You say GOD is kind to the folks that are goodL
But surely it cannot be trueM
Or else I am certain almost that He wouldL
Give such a fine carriage to youM
Look there little girl said her mother and seeN
What stands at that very coach doorH
A poor ragged beggar and listen how sheN
A halfpenny tries to imploreH
All pale is her face and deep sunk is her eyeJ
And her hands look like skeleton's bonesO
She has got a few rags just about her to tieJ
And her naked feet bleed on the stonesO
'Dear ladies ' she cries and the tears trickle downP
'Relieve a poor beggar I prayA
I've wander'd all hungry about this wide townP
And not ate a morsel to dayA
'My father and mother are long ago deadQ
My brother sails over the seaN
And I've scarcely a rag or a morsel of breadQ
As plainly I'm sure you may seeN
'A fever I caught which was terrible badI
But no nurse or physic had IJ
An old dirty shed was the house that I hadI
And only on straw could I lieJ
'And now that I'm better yet feeble and faintR
And famish'd and naked and coldK
I wander about with my grievous complaintR
And seldom get aught but a scoldK
'Some will not attend to my pitiful callS
Some think me a vagabond cheatT
And scarcely a creature relieves me of allS
The thousands that traverse the streetT
'Then ladies dear ladies your pity bestow '-
Just then a tall footman came roundU
And asking the ladies which way they would goV
The chariot turn'd off with a boundU
Ah see little girl then her mother repliedW
How foolish those murmurs have beenX
You have but to look on the contrary sideW
To learn both your folly and sinX
This poor little beggar is hungry and coldK
No mother awaits her returnY
And while such an object as this you beholdK
Your heart should with gratitude burnY
Your house and its comforts your food and your friendsZ
'Tis favour in GOD to conferG
Have you any claim to the bounty He sendsZ
Who makes you to differ from herG
A coach and a footman and gaudy attireG
Give little true joy to the breastA2
To be good is the thing you should chiefly desireG
And then leave to GOD all the restA2

Ann Taylor


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