The Mendicants Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDDEFGFHIHI JKJLMMNNM OPQPHIHI RSRSTTTTT UVUVTTTT WTWTTTTTT UXUXTPTP YTYTZZTTZ HA2HA2TPTP JPJPJJTTJ TB2TB2OUQUPTPTHHTTH

Charity Charity parson and priestA
Ever in church and in chapel have taughtB
'Give ye in charity e'en to the leastA
So may the favor of Heaven be boughtC
Strive ye in Virtue for Him that we callD
Master has named it the greatest of allD
Strive ye in holinessE
Owner of acres and breeder of sheepF
Cleaning his wealth with a masterful handG
Scheming for profit with schemes that are deepF
Yet is the squatter a generous soulH
A generous donor and this be moreI
He never begrudges nor misses the doleH
Of gratuitous guineas he flings from his storeI
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Charity Charity purchase your fameJ
All the world honours a giver of almsK
Noble philanthropist Publish his nameJ
Scatter his gift to the suppliant palmsL
Nay Would you ask how his guineas are wonM
Mark his beneficence See what he's doneM
Thank him ye lowly onesN
Bless him you holy onesN
Charity Charity worthily doneM
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Humble BILL HODMAN is ag d and poorO
Owning no riches and owning no landsP
Living the life of a labouring boorQ
Earning his bread by the toil of his handsP
Yet is the toiler an obstinate soulH
An obstinate pauper and this be moreI
He'd answer with curses if offered a doleH
In charity out of a rich man's storeI
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Charity Charity ignorant clownsR
What should ye know of personal prideS
Shame on your surliness Shame on your frownsR
Spurring the gifts that the wealthy provideS
Are they not generous Are they not kindT
Pride is their privilege why should ye mindT
Study servilityT
Practise humilityT
Charity Charity fools ye are blindT
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Proud Squatter REX has a charming wifeU
Queen of society lady of birthV
Nurtured in luxury smiling thro' lifeU
Ever enjoying the sweets of the earthV
Ah but she pities the poor o' the landT
Sweet benefactress as kind as her lordT
Patroness she of a slum working bandT
President too of a hospital boardT
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Charity Charity down in the slumsW
Misery stalks 'mid the lean o' the landT
Angel beneficent See where she comesW
Scattering gifts with a generous handT
Sweet Lady Bountiful draw in your skirtT
Shrink from the misery squalor and dirtT
Pity is lured to itT
Nay they're inured to itT
Charity Charity is their desertT
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Labourer BILL has a toil worn wifeU
Drudge of the lower class cradled in careX
Nurtured in poverty struggling through lifeU
Knowing too well all the bitterness thereX
Ah but she nurses a foolish old prideT
Wife of a labourer barren of landsP
Knowing the 'comforts' they humbly divideT
Are earned doubly earned by the toil of their handsP
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Charity Charity nay foolish drudgeY
Why should you slave till the end of your dayT
Think of the wealthy who never begrudgeY
Gifts to the 'Home' where the indignent stayT
Why should mendicity shame such as youZ
Indigence beggary these are not newZ
Where is the blame for itT
What's in the name of itT
Charity Charity it is your dueZ
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Proud Squatter REX does your lordly soulH
Shrink from the thought of a mendicant whineA2
Are you too proud to solicit a doleH
Won by the sweat of a fellow of thineA2
What of the subsidy sued for and paidT
Paid at a word from a tool of the 'class'P
Earned hardly earned at a labourer's tradeT
Charity wrung from the toil of the massP
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Charity Charity what's in a nameJ
Whine for a subsidy lo and it comesP
Still it is charity ever the sameJ
Begged from a palace or cadged from the slumsP
Call it a clever political gameJ
Yours is the sordidness yours is the shameJ
Moneyed mendacityT
Skilled in duplicityT
Charity Charity this is its nameJ
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Sweet lady Bountiful queen of your setT
Selfish for pleasure and greedy for showB2
When come the toys and the treasures you getT
Have you considered or wanted to knowB2
Nay would you stoop to take pence from the poorO
Soiled with the sweat of an overworked wifeU
Loaf on the toil of a labouring boorQ
Squander his pittance to lighten your lifeU
Charity Charity cover your faceP
This is your charity this is your prideT
To laugh and to live and to know the disgraceP
Of squandering pence that the needy provideT
Some toiling sister some work weary soulH
Is slaving the harder to eke out your doleH
Blush for the shame of itT
Shrink form the name of itT
Blush for your name upon Charity's rollH

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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