Mary Of Magdala Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCCC DDEE FFG HHII DDJ KKCC LL MMM NND CCF OOG CCC| Mary of Magdala came to bed | A |
| There were no soft curtains round her head | A |
| She had no mother to hold of worth | B |
| The little baby she brought to birth | B |
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| Mary of Magdala groaned and prayed | C |
| 'O God I am very much afraid | C |
| For out of my body by sin defiled | C |
| Thou biddest me make a little child | C |
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| 'O God I have turned my face from Thee | D |
| To that which the angels may not see | D |
| How can I make from my deep disgrace | E |
| A child whose angel shall see Thy face | E |
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| 'O God I have sinned and I know well | F |
| That the pains I bear are the pains of hell | F |
| But the thought of the child that sin has given | G |
| Is like the thought of the airs of Heaven ' | - |
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| Mary of Magdala held her breath | H |
| In the clutch of pain like the pains of Death | H |
| And through her heart like the mortal knife | I |
| Went the pang of joy and the pang of life | I |
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| 'We two are two alone ' said she | D |
| 'And we are two who should be three | D |
| Now who will clothe my baby fair | J |
| In the little garments that babies wear ' | - |
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| There came two angels with quiet wings | K |
| And hands that were full of baby things | K |
| And the new born child was bathed and dressed | C |
| And laid again on his mother's breast | C |
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| 'Now who will sign on his brow the mark | L |
| To keep him safe from the Powers of the Dark | L |
| Who will my baby's sponsor be ' | - |
| 'I the Lord God who died for thee ' | - |
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| 'Now who will comfort him if he cry | M |
| And who will suckle him by and bye | M |
| For my hands are cold and my breasts are dry | M |
| And I think that my time has come to die ' | - |
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| 'I will dandle thy son as a mother may | N |
| And his lips shall lie where my own Son's lay | N |
| Come dear little one come to me | D |
| The Mother of God shall suckle thee ' | - |
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| Mary of Magdala laughed and sighed | C |
| 'I never deserved a child ' she cried | C |
| 'Dear God I am ready to go to hell | F |
| Since with my little one all is well ' | - |
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| Then the Son of Mary did o'er her lean | O |
| 'Poor mother thy tears have washed thee clean | O |
| Thy last poor pains they will soon be done | G |
| And My Mother shall give thee back thy son ' | - |
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| Frozen grass for a bearing bed | C |
| A halo of frost round a woman's head | C |
| And pious folks who looked and said | C |
| 'A drab and her brat that are better dead ' | - |
Edith Nesbit
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