Consolation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IAI JKJK LMLMNBO ECE FPFP BQBShe folded up the worn and mended frock | A |
And smoothed it tenderly upon her knee | B |
Then through the soft web of a wee red sock | A |
She wove the bright wool musing thoughtfully | B |
'Can this be all The outside world so fair | C |
I hunger for its green and pleasant ways | D |
A cripple prisoned in her restless chair | C |
Looks from her window with a wistful gaze | D |
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'The fruits I cannot reach are red and sweet | E |
The paths forbidden are both green and wide | F |
O God there is no boon to helpless feet | E |
So altogether sweet as paths denied | F |
Home is most fair bright all my household fires | G |
And children are a gift without alloy | H |
But who would bound the field of their desires | G |
By the prim hedges of mere fireside joy | H |
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'I can but weave a faint thread to and fro | I |
Making a frail wolf in my baby's sock | A |
Into the world's sweet tumult I would go | I |
At its strong gates my trembling hand would knock ' | - |
Just then the children came the father too | J |
Their eager faces lit the twilight gloom | K |
'Dear heart ' he whispered as he nearer drew | J |
'How sweet it is within this little room | K |
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'God puts my strongest comfort here to draw | L |
When thirst is great and common wells are dry | M |
Your pure desire is my unerring law | L |
Tell me dear one who is so safe as I | M |
Home is the pasture where my soul may feed | N |
This room a paradise has grown to be | B |
And only where these patient feet shall lead | O |
Can it be home to these dear ones and me ' | - |
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He touched with reverend hand the helpless feet | E |
The children crowded close and kissed her hair | C |
'Our mother is so good and kind and sweet | E |
There's not another like her anywhere ' | - |
The baby in her low bed opened wide | F |
The soft blue flowers of her timid eyes | P |
And viewed the group about the cradle side | F |
With smiles of glad and innocent surprise | P |
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The mother drew the baby to her knee | B |
And smiling said 'The stars shine soft tonight | Q |
My world is fair its edges sweet to me | B |
And whatsoever is dear Lord is right ' | - |
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