That Holy Thing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF

They all were looking for a kingA
To slay their foes and lift them highB
Thou cam'st a little baby thingA
That made a woman cryB
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O son of man to right my lotC
Nought but thy presence can availD
Yet on the road thy wheels are notC
Nor on the sea thy sailD
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My fancied ways why shouldst thou heedE
Thou com'st down thine own secret stairF
Com'st down to answer all my needE
Yea every bygone prayerF

George Macdonald



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