The Little Church Round The Corner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC BDBDE FBFGG HHIIBBBB AJAKLBHHLLB| 'Bring him not here where our sainted feet | A |
| Are treading the path to glory | B |
| Bring him not here where our Saviour sweet | A |
| Repeats for | C |
| us | - |
| his story | B |
| Go take him where such things are done | D |
| For he sat in the seat of the scorner | B |
| To where they have room for we have none | D |
| To the little church down the corner ' | E |
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| So spake the holy man of God | F |
| Of another man his brother | B |
| Whose cold remains ere they sought the sod | F |
| Had only asked that a Christian rite | G |
| Might be read above them by one whose light | G |
| Was 'Brethren love one another ' | - |
| Had only asked that a prayer be read | H |
| Ere his flesh went down to join the dead | H |
| While his spirit looked with suppliant eyes | I |
| Searching for God throughout the skies | I |
| But the priest frowned 'No ' and his brow was bare | B |
| Of love in the sight of the mourner | B |
| And they looked for Christ and found him where | B |
| In that little church round the corner | B |
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| Ah well God grant when with aching feet | A |
| We tread life's last few paces | J |
| That we may hear some accents sweet | A |
| And kiss to the end fond faces | K |
| God grant that this tired flesh may rest | L |
| 'Mid many a musing mourner | B |
| While the sermon is preached and the rites are read | H |
| In no church where the heart of love is dead | H |
| And the pastor's a pious prig at best | L |
| But in some small nook where God's confessed | L |
| Some little church round the corner | B |
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