Poems Of The Week Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDD E FFAAGG E HHIIAA E JJKKLL A MMNNOO E AAPPQQ E RRSSTT| SUNDAY | A |
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| Lie still and rest in that serene repose | B |
| That on this holy morning comes to those | B |
| Who have been burdened with the cares which make | C |
| The sad heart weary and the tired head ache | C |
| Lie still and rest | D |
| God's day of all is best | D |
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| MONDAY | E |
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| Awake arise Cast off thy drowsy dreams | F |
| Red in the East behold the Morning gleams | F |
| As Monday goes so goes the week dames say | A |
| Refreshed renewed use well the initial day | A |
| And see thy neighbour | G |
| Already seeks his labour | G |
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| TUESDAY | E |
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| Another morning's banners are unfurled | H |
| Another day looks smiling on the world | H |
| It holds new laurels for thy soul to win | I |
| Mar not its grace by slothfulness or sin | I |
| Nor sad away | A |
| Send it to yesterday | A |
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| WEDNESDAY | E |
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| Half way unto the end the week's high noon | J |
| The morning hours do speed away so soon | J |
| And when the noon is reached however bright | K |
| Instinctively we look toward the night | K |
| The glow is lost | L |
| Once the meridian cross'd | L |
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| THURSDAY | A |
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| So well the week has sped hast thou a friend | M |
| Go spend an hour in converse It will lend | M |
| New beauty to thy labours and thy life | N |
| To pause a little sometimes in the strife | N |
| Toil soon seems rude | O |
| That has no interlude | O |
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| FRIDAY | E |
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| From feasts abstain be temperate and pray | A |
| Fast if thou wilt and yet throughout the day | A |
| Neglect no labour and no duty shirk | P |
| Not many hours are left thee for thy work | P |
| And it were meet | Q |
| That all should be complete | Q |
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| SATURDAY | E |
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| Now with the almost finished task make haste | R |
| So near the night thou hast no time to waste | R |
| Post up accounts and let thy Soul's eyes look | S |
| For flaws and errors in Life's ledger book | S |
| When labours cease | T |
| How sweet the sense of peace | T |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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