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The Child Of The Islands - Opening Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth	B
What joy is welcomed like a new born child	C
What life so wretched but that at its birth	B
Some heart rejoiced some lip in gladness smiled	C
The poorest cottager by love beguiled	C
Greets his new burden with a kindly eye	A
He knows his son must toil as he hath toiled	D
But cheerful Labour standing patient by	A
Laughs at the warning shade of meagre Poverty	E
II	A
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The pettiest squire who holds his bounded sway	F
In some far nook of England's fertile ground	G
Keeps a high jubilee the happy day	F
Which bids the bonfires blaze the joybells sound	G
And the small tenantry come flocking round	G
While the old steward triumphs to declare	H
The mother's suffering hour with safety crowned	G
And then with reverent eyes and grey locks bare	H
Falters 'GOD bless the Boy ' his Master's Son and Heir	H
III	A
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The youthful couple whose sad marriage vow	I
Received no sanction from a haughty sire	J
Feel as they gaze upon their infant's brow	I
The angel Hope whose strong wings never tire	J
Once more their long discouraged hearts inspire	K
Surely they deem the smiles of that young face	L
Shall thaw the frost of his relentless ire	K
Homeward they turn in thought old scenes retrace	L
And weeping yearn to meet his reconciled embrace	L
IV	I
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Yea for this cause even SHAME will step aside	M
And cease to bow the head and wring the heart	N
For she that is a mother but no bride	M
Out of her lethargy of woe will start	N
Pluck from her side that sorrow's barb d dart	N
And now no longer faint and full of fears	O
Plan how she best protection may impart	N
To the lone course of those forsaken years	O
Which dawn in Love's warm light though doomed to set in tears	P
V	I
	-
The dread exception when some frenzied mind	Q
Crushed by the weight of unforeseen distress	R
Grows to that feeble creature all unkind	Q
And Nature's sweetest fount through grief's excess	R
Is strangely turned to gall and bitterness	S
When the deserted babe is left to lie	A
Far from the woeful mother's lost caress	R
Under the broad cope of the solemn sky	A
Or by her shuddering hands forlorn condemned to die	A
VI	A
	-
Monstrous unnatural and MAD is deemed	T
However dark life's Future glooms in view	I
An act no sane and settled heart had dreamed	T
Even in extremity of want to do	I
And surely WE should hold that verdict true	I
Who for men's lives not children's have thought fit	U
Though high those lives were valued at their due	I
The savage thirst of murder to acquit	U
By stamping cold revenge an error of crazed wit	U
VII	I
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She after pains unpitied unrelieved	V
Sate in her weakness lonely and forlorn	W
Listening bewildered while the wind that grieved	V
Mocked the starved wailing of her newly born	W
Racking her brain from weary night till morn	W
For friendly names and chance of present aid	X
Till as she felt how this world's crushing scorn	W
Passing the Tempter rests on the Betrayed	X
Hopeless she flung to Death the life her sin had made	X
VIII	I
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Yes deem her mad for holy is the sway	F
Of that mysterious sense which bids us bend	Y
Toward the young souls new clothed in helpless clay	F
Fragile beginnings of a mighty end	Y
Angels unwinged which human care must tend	Y
Till they can tread the world's rough path alone	Z
Serve for themselves or in themselves offend	Y
But God o'erlooketh all from His high throne	Z
And sees with eyes benign their weakness and our own	Z
IX	R
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Therefore we pray for them when sunset brings	R
Rest to the joyous heart and shining head	A2
When flowers are closed and birds fold up their wings	R
And watchful mothers pass each cradle bed	A2
With hushed soft steps and earnest eyes that shed	A2
Tears far more glad than smiling Yea all day	F
We bless them while by guileless pleasure led	A2
Their voices echo in their gleesome play	F
And their whole careless souls are making holiday	F
X	R
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And if by Heaven's inscrutable decree	I
Death calls and human skill be vain to save	I
If the bright child that clambered to our knee	I
Be coldly buried in the silent grave	I
Oh with what wild lament we moan and rave	I
What passionate tears fall down in ceaseless shower	J
There lies Perfection there of all life gave	I
The bud that would have proved the sweetest flower	J
That ever woke to bloom within an earthly bower	J
XI	I
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For in this hope our intellects abjure	J
All reason all experience and forego	B2
Belief in that which only is secure	J
Our natural chance and share of human woe	B2
The father pitieth David's heart struck blow	B2
But for himself such augury defies	R
No future Absalom his love can know	B2
No pride no passion no rebellion lies	R
In the unsullied depth of those delightful eyes	R
XII	R
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Their innocent faces open like a book	C2
Full of sweet prophecies of coming good	D2
And we who pore thereon with loving look	C2
Read what we most desire not what we should	D2
Even that which suits our own Ambition's mood	E2
The Scholar sees distinction promised there	J
The Soldier laurels in the field of blood	F2
The Merchant venturous skill and trading fair	J
None read of broken hope of failure of despair	J
XIII	R
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Nor ever can a Parent's gaze behold	G2
Defect of Nature as a Stranger doth	H2
For these with judgment true severe and cold	G2
Mark the ungainly step of heavy Sloth	I2
Coarseness of features tempers quickly wroth	I2
But those with dazzled hearts such errors spy	A
A halo of indulgence circling both	I2
The plainest child a stranger passes by	A
Shews lovely to the sight of some enamoured eye	A
XIV	I
	-
The Mother looketh from her latticed pane	J2
Her Children's voices echoing sweet and clear	J
With merry leap and bound her side they gain	J2
Offering their wild field flow'rets all are dear	J
Yet still she listens with an absent ear	J
For while the strong and lovely round her press	R
A halt uneven step sounds drawing near	J
And all she leaves that crippled child to bless	R
Folding him to her heart with cherishing caress	R
XV	I
	-
Yea where the Soul denies illumined grace	R
The last the worst the fatallest defect	K2
SHE gazing earnest in that idiot face	R
Thinks she perceives a dawn of Intellect	K2
And year by year continues to expect	K2
What Time shall never bring ere Life be flown	Z
Still loving hoping patient though deject	K2
Watching those eyes that answer not her own	Z
Near him and yet how far with him but still alone	Z
XVI	I
	-
Want of attraction this love cannot mar	J
Years of Rebellion cannot blot it out	L2
The Prodigal returning from afar	J
Still finds a welcome giv'n with song and shout	L2
The Father's hand without reproach or doubt	L2
Clasps his who caused them all such bitter fears	R
The Mother's arms encircle him about	L2
That long dark course of alienated years	R
Marked only by a burst of reconciling tears	R
XVII	I
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CHILD OF THE ISLANDS if the watch of love	I
To even the meanest of these fates belong	M2
What shall THINE be whose lot is far above	I
All other fortunes woven in my song	M2
To guard THY head from danger and from wrong	M2
What countless voices lift their prayers to Heaven	N2
Those whose own loves crowd round a happy throng	M2
Those for whom Death the blessed tie hath riven	N2
And those to whose scathed age no verdant branch is given	N2
XVIII	I
	-
There's not a noble matron in the land	O2
Whose christen'd heir in gorgeous robes is drest	O2
There's not a cottage mother whose fond hand	O2
Rocks the low cradle of her darling's rest	O2
By whom THOU art not thought upon and blest	O2
Blest for thyself and for HER lineage high	I
Who lull'd thee on her young maternal breast	O2
The Queenly Lady with the clear blue eye	I
Through whom thou claimest love and sharest loyalty	O2
XIX	R
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They pray for THEE fair child in Gothic piles	R
Where the full organ's deep reverberate sound	O2
Rolls echoing through the dim cathedral	P2