The Faithful Guardian Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGHH IIJJKKJJ LLMMNNOO LLHHPPGG| Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone | A |
| Two infants of a noble race as any near the throne | A |
| And in the cradle's shadow lies a stately looking hound | B |
| His fine limbs full of strength and grace couched humbly on the ground | B |
| Humbly upon the ground lies he while from the young child's arm | C |
| A jealous spaniel snarling peeps whom no caress can charm | C |
| Though close that dimpled arm is bent as though its clasp would fain | D |
| Its spoiled companion's idle wrath to gentleness restrain | D |
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| Small need of care The stately hound still calm and couchant lies | E |
| With lazy kindness lifting up his wise and honest eyes | E |
| Declaring by the emblem meet of his serene repose | F |
| How frankly generous hearts can bear the baiting of mean foes | F |
| Not so noble natured brute would'st thou quiescent rest | G |
| If the soumd of danger roused the blood within thy valiant breast | G |
| If near these helpless little fays thy master's children came | H |
| The doubtful tread of stranger's feet on whom they had no claim | H |
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| Then then upspringing with a bound aroused for their defence | I |
| Each nerve would arm with savage strength thy keen and eager sense | I |
| And the darkly gleaming eyes where now such softened shadows play | J |
| Would burn like watch fires lit at night to scare the foe away | J |
| And were the danger real to these by whom thy watch is kept | K |
| E'er a rough hand should dare profane the cradle where they slept | K |
| E'er a rude step should reach the spot where now they smile at play | J |
| Thy fangs would meet within his throat to hold the wretch at bay | J |
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| Thou would'st battle noble creature for these children of thy lord's | L |
| As men fight for a Royal Prince whose crown hangs on their swords | L |
| Soldiers who hear their General's cry by treachery hemm'd in | M |
| Freemen who strike for home and hearth 'gainst Tyranny's proud sin | M |
| So would'st thou strive And bold were he who then could lay thee low | N |
| For still thy fierce and mighty grasp would pin the struggling foe | N |
| And if keen sword or human skill cut short thy gasping breath | O |
| Should he be thought thy conqueror No Thy conqueror would be Death | O |
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| Oh tried and trusted Thou whose love ne'er changes nor forsakes | L |
| Thou proof how perfect God hath stamped the meanest thing he makes | L |
| Thou whom no snare entraps to serve no art is used to tame | H |
| Train'd like ourselves thy path to know by words of love and blame | H |
| Friend who beside the cottage door or in the rich man's hall | P |
| With steadfast faith still answerest the one familiar call | P |
| Well by poor hearth and lordly home thy couchant form may rest | G |
| And Prince and Peasant trust thee still to guard what they love best | G |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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