The Borough. Letter Xvii: The Hospital And Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDEEFFAAGGHHIJA AKKCCL CMMNOAAPPAAAAAAAAQQG GRRSSTTEEUUVVPPWWX UUKKYIZZWWA2A2B2B2DD C2D2GGE2F2CCT AAAAEERG2 RUUH2I2TAWWAAQQAAWWJ 2J2DDUUK2L2CCA M2M2GGN2N2T XXAAO2O2CCQQP2P2Q2Q2 VVHHXXFFR2R2CCS2T2U2 V2NNW2BAAE2F2 AAX2X2Y2Y2Z2Z2QQA3A3 EB3| Govenors | A |
| AN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love | B |
| The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove | B |
| 'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh | C |
| That we the wants of pleading man supply | C |
| That we in sympathy with sufferers feel | D |
| Nor hear a grief without a wish to heal | D |
| Not these suffice to sickness pain and woe | E |
| The Christian spirit loves with aid to go | E |
| Will not be sought waits not for want to plead | F |
| But seeks the duty nay prevents the need | F |
| Her utmost aid to every ill applies | A |
| And plans relief for coining miseries | A |
| Hence yonder Building rose on either side | G |
| Far stretch'd the wards all airy warm and wide | G |
| And every ward has beds by comfort spread | H |
| And smooth'd for him who suffers on the bed | H |
| There all have kindness most relief for some | I |
| Is cure complete it is the sufferer's home | J |
| Fevers and chronic ills corroding pains | A |
| Each accidental mischief man sustains | A |
| Fractures and wounds and wither'd limbs and lame | K |
| With all that slow or sudden vex our frame | K |
| Have here attendance here the sufferers lie | C |
| Where love and science every aid apply | C |
| And heal'd with rapture live or soothed by comfort | L |
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| die | C |
| See one relieved from anguish and to day | M |
| Allow'd to walk and look an hour away | M |
| Two months confined by fever frenzy pain | N |
| He comes abroad and is himself again | O |
| 'Twas in the spring when carried to the place | A |
| The snow fell down and melted in his face | A |
| 'Tis summer now all objects gay and new | P |
| Smiling alike the viewer and the view | P |
| He stops as one unwilling to advance | A |
| Without another and another glance | A |
| With what a pure and simple joy he sees | A |
| Those sheep and cattle browsing at their ease | A |
| Easy himself there's nothing breathes or moves | A |
| But he would cherish all that lives he loves | A |
| Observing every ward as round he goes | A |
| He thinks what pain what danger they inclose | A |
| Warm in his wish for all who suffer there | Q |
| At every view he meditates a prayer | Q |
| No evil counsels in his breast abide | G |
| There joy and love and gratitude reside | G |
| The wish that Roman necks in one were found | R |
| That he who form'd the wish might deal the wound | R |
| This man had never heard but of the kind | S |
| Is that desire which rises in his mind | S |
| He'd have all English hands for further he | T |
| Cannot conceive extends our charity | T |
| All but his own in one right hand to grow | E |
| And then what hearty shake would he bestow | E |
| 'How rose the Building ' Piety first laid | U |
| A strong foundation but she wanted aid | U |
| To Wealth unwieldy was her prayer address'd | V |
| Who largely gave and she the donor bless'd | V |
| Unwieldy Wealth then to his couch withdrew | P |
| And took the sweetest sleep he ever knew | P |
| Then busy Vanity sustained her part | W |
| 'And much ' she said 'it moved her tender heart | W |
| To her all kinds of man's distress were known | X |
| And all her heart adopted as its own ' | - |
| Then Science came his talents he display'd | U |
| And Charity with joy the dome survey'd | U |
| Skill Wealth and Vanity obtain the fame | K |
| And Piety the joy that makes no claim | K |
| Patrons there are and Governors from whom | Y |
| The greater aid and guiding orders come | I |
| Who voluntary cares and labours take | Z |
| The sufferers' servants for the service' sake | Z |
| Of these a part I give you but a part | W |
| Some hearts are hidden some have not a heart | W |
| First let me praise for so I best shall paint | A2 |
| That pious moralist that reasoning saint | A2 |
| Can I of worth like thine Eusebius speak | B2 |
| The man is willing but the Muse is weak | B2 |
| 'Tis thine to wait on woe to soothe to heal | D |
| With learning social and polite with zeal | D |
| In thy pure breast although the passions dwell | C2 |
| They're train'd by virtue and no more rebel | D2 |
| But have so long been active on her side | G |
| That passion now might be itself the guide | G |
| Law conscience honour all obey'd all give | E2 |
| Th' approving voice and make it bliss to live | F2 |
| While faith when life can nothing more supply | C |
| Shall strengthen hope and make it bliss to die | C |
| He preaches speaks and writes with manly | T |
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| sense | A |
| No weak neglect no labour'd eloquence | A |
| Goodness and wisdom are in all his ways | A |
| The rude revere him and the wicked praise | A |
| Upon humility his virtues grow | E |
| And tower so high because so fix'd below | E |
| As wider spreads the oak his boughs around | R |
| When deeper with his roots he digs the solid | G2 |
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| ground | R |
| By him from ward to ward is every aid | U |
| The sufferer needs with every care convey'd | U |
| Like the good tree he brings his treasure forth | H2 |
| And like the tree unconscious of his worth | I2 |
| Meek as the poorest Publican is he | T |
| And strict as lives the straitest Pharisee | A |
| Of both in him unite the better part | W |
| The blameless conduct and the humble heart | W |
| Yet he escapes not he with some is wise | A |
| In carnal things and loves to moralize | A |
| Others can doubt if all that Christian care | Q |
| Has not its price there's something he may share | Q |
| But this and ill severer he sustains | A |
| As gold the fire and as unhurt remains | A |
| When most reviled although he feels the smart | W |
| It wakes to nobler deeds the wounded heart | W |
| As the rich olive beaten for its fruit | J2 |
| Puts forth at every bruise a bearing shoot | J2 |
| A second friend we have whose care and zeal | D |
| But few can equal few indeed can feel | D |
| He lived a life obscure and profits made | U |
| In the coarse habits of a vulgar trade | U |
| His brother master of a hoy he loved | K2 |
| So well that he the calling disapproved | L2 |
| 'Alas poor Tom ' the landman oft would sigh | C |
| When the gale freshen'd and the waves ran high | C |
| And when they parted with a tear he'd say | A |
| 'No more adventure here in safety stay ' | - |
| Nor did he feign with more than half he had | M2 |
| He would have kept the seaman and been glad | M2 |
| Alas how few resist when strongly tried | G |
| A rich relation's nearer kinsman died | G |
| He sicken'd and to him the landman went | N2 |
| And all his hours with cousin Ephraim spent | N2 |
| This Thomas heard and cared not 'I ' quoth he | T |
| 'Have one in port upon the watch for me ' | - |
| So Ephraim died and when the will was shown | X |
| Isaac the landman had the whole his own | X |
| Who to his brother sent a moderate purse | A |
| Which he return'd in anger with his curse | A |
| Then went to sea and made his grog so strong | O2 |
| He died before he could forgive the wrong | O2 |
| The rich man built a house both large and high | C |
| He enter'd in and set him down to sigh | C |
| He planted ample woods and gardens fair | Q |
| And walk'd with anguish and compunction there | Q |
| The rich man's pines to every friend a treat | P2 |
| He saw with pain and he refused to eat | P2 |
| His daintiest food his richest wines were all | Q2 |
| Turn'd by remorse to vinegar and gall | Q2 |
| The softest down by living body press'd | V |
| The rich man bought and tried to take his rest | V |
| But care had thorns upon his pillow spread | H |
| And scatter'd sand and nettles in his bed | H |
| Nervous he grew would often sigh and groan | X |
| He talk'd but little and he walk'd alone | X |
| Till by his priest convinced that from one deed | F |
| Of genuine love would joy and health proceed | F |
| He from that time with care and zeal began | R2 |
| To seek and soothe the grievous ills of man | R2 |
| And as his hands their aid to grief apply | C |
| He learns to smile and he forgets to sigh | C |
| Now he can drink his wine and taste his food | S2 |
| And feel the blessings Heav'n has dealt are good | T2 |
| And since the suffering seek the rich man's door | U2 |
| He sleeps as soundly as when young and poor | V2 |
| Here much he gives is urgent more to gain | N |
| He begs rich beggars seldom sue in vain | N |
| Preachers most famed he moves the crowd to move | W2 |
| And never wearies in the work of love | B |
| He rules all business settles all affairs | A |
| He makes collections he directs repairs | A |
| And if he wrong'd one brother Heav'n forgive | E2 |
| The man by whom so many brethren live | F2 |
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| Then 'mid our Signatures a name appears | A |
| Of one for wisdom famed above his years | A |
| And these were forty he was from his youth | X2 |
| A patient searcher after useful truth | X2 |
| To language little of his time he gave | Y2 |
| To science less nor was the Muse's slave | Y2 |
| Sober and grave his college sent him down | Z2 |
| A fair example for his native town | Z2 |
| Slowly he speaks and with such solemn air | Q |
| You'd thing a Socrates or Solon there | Q |
| For though a Christian he's disposed to draw | A3 |
| His rules from reason's and from nature's law | A3 |
| 'Know ' he exclaims 'my fellow mortals know | E |
| Virtue alon | B3 |
George Crabbe
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