Ex Ore Infantium Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDAACDBBEEFFGGHH II JJKLBBIIMMNN FFJJJJOPQQCCR KK| Little Jesus wast Thou shy | A |
| Once and just so small as I | A |
| And what did it feel like to be | B |
| Out of Heaven and just like me | B |
| Didst Thou sometimes think of THERE | C |
| And ask where all the angels were | D |
| I should think that I would cry | A |
| For my house all made of sky | A |
| I would look about the air | C |
| And wonder where my angels were | D |
| And at waking 'twould distress me | B |
| Not an angel there to dress me | B |
| Hadst Thou ever any toys | E |
| Like us little girls and boys | E |
| And didst Thou play in Heaven with all | F |
| The angels that were not too tall | F |
| With stars for marbles Did the things | G |
| Play Can you see me through their wings | G |
| And did Thy Mother let Thee spoil | H |
| Thy robes with playing on OUR soil | H |
| How nice to have them always new | I |
| In Heaven because 'twas quite clean blue | I |
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| Didst Thou kneel at night to pray | J |
| And didst Thou join Thy hands this way | J |
| And did they tire sometimes being young | K |
| And make the prayer seem very long | L |
| And dost Thou like it best that we | B |
| Should join our hands to pray to Thee | B |
| I used to think before I knew | I |
| The prayer not said unless we do | I |
| And did Thy Mother at the night | M |
| Kiss Thee and fold the clothes in right | M |
| And didst Thou feel quite good in bed | N |
| Kissed and sweet and thy prayers said | N |
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| Thou canst not have forgotten all | F |
| That it feels like to be small | F |
| And Thou know'st I cannot pray | J |
| To Thee in my father's way | J |
| When Thou wast so little say | J |
| Couldst Thou talk Thy Father's way | J |
| So a little Child come down | O |
| And hear a child's tongue like Thy own | P |
| Take me by the hand and walk | Q |
| And listen to my baby talk | Q |
| To Thy Father show my prayer | C |
| He will look Thou art so fair | C |
| And say 'O Father I Thy Son | R |
| Bring the prayer of a little one ' | - |
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| And He will smile that children's tongue | K |
| Has not changed since Thou wast young | K |
Francis Thompson
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