Bob Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCADAEFEFGBGB HIHIBBBB JKJKBLBL MNMNOPOP QBQBBBBB BBBBBMBM BRBRSBSB BTBTBUBU GMGMBBBB AVAVELEL WRXRCBCB BEBEALAL BHBHVMVM| SINGER of songs of the hills | A |
| Dreamer by waters unstirred | B |
| Back in a valley of rills | A |
| Home of the leaf and the bird | B |
| Read in this fall of the year | C |
| Just the compassionate phrase | A |
| Faded with traces of tear | D |
| Written in far away days | A |
| Gone is the light of my lap | E |
| Lord at Thy bidding I bow | F |
| Here is my little one s cap | E |
| He has no need of it now | F |
| Give it to somebody s boy | G |
| Somebody s darling she wrote | B |
| Touching was Bob in his joy | G |
| Bob without boots or a coat | B |
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| Only a cap but it gave | H |
| Capless and comfortless one | I |
| Happiness bright as the brave | H |
| Beautiful light of the sun | I |
| Soft may the sanctified sod | B |
| Rest on the father who led | B |
| Bob from the gutter unshod | B |
| Covered his cold little head | B |
| - | |
| Bob from the foot to the crown | J |
| Measured a yard and no more | K |
| Baby alone in the town | J |
| Homeless and hungry and sore | K |
| Child that was never a child | B |
| Hiding away from the rain | L |
| Draggled and dirty and wild | B |
| Down in a pipe of the drain | L |
| - | |
| Poor little beggar was Bob | M |
| Couldn t afford to be sick | N |
| Getting a penny a job | M |
| Sometimes a curse and a kick | N |
| Father was killed by the drink | O |
| Mother was driven to shame | P |
| Bob couldn t manage to think | O |
| He had forgotten their name | P |
| - | |
| God was in heaven above | Q |
| Flowers illumined the ground | B |
| Women of infinite love | Q |
| Lived in the palaces round | B |
| Saints with the character sweet | B |
| Found in the fathers of old | B |
| Laboured in alley and street | B |
| Baby slept out in the cold | B |
| - | |
| Nobody noticed the child | B |
| Nobody knew of the mite | B |
| Creeping about like a wild | B |
| Thing in the shadow of night | B |
| Beaten by drunkards and cowed | B |
| Frightened to speak or to sob | M |
| How could he ask you aloud | B |
| Have you a penny for Bob | M |
| - | |
| Few were the pennies he got | B |
| Seldom could hide them away | R |
| Watched by the ravenous sot | B |
| Ever at wait for his prey | R |
| Poor little man He would weep | S |
| Oft for a morsel of bread | B |
| Coppers he wanted to keep | S |
| Went to the tavern instead | B |
| - | |
| This was his history friend | B |
| Ragged unhoused and alone | T |
| How could the child comprehend | B |
| Love that he never had known | T |
| Hunted about in the world | B |
| Crouching in crevices dim | U |
| Crust with a curse at him hurled | B |
| Stood for a kindness with him | U |
| - | |
| Little excited his joy | G |
| Bun after doing a job | M |
| Mother of bright headed boy | G |
| Think of the motherless Bob | M |
| High in the heavens august | B |
| Providence saw him and said | B |
| Out of the pits of the dust | B |
| Lift him and cover his head | B |
| - | |
| Ah the ineffable grace | A |
| Father of children in Thee | V |
| Boy in a radiant place | A |
| Fanned by the breeze of the sea | V |
| Child on a lullaby lap | E |
| Said in the pause of his pain | L |
| Mother don t bury my cap | E |
| Give it to Bob in the lane | L |
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| Beautiful bidding of Death | W |
| What could she do but obey | R |
| Even when suffering Faith | X |
| Hadn t the power to pray | R |
| So in the fall of the year | C |
| Saint with the fatherly head | B |
| Hunted for somebody s dear | C |
| Somebody s darling he said | B |
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| Bob who was nobody s child | B |
| Sitting on nobody s lap | E |
| Draggled and dirty and wild | B |
| Bob got the little one s cap | E |
| Strange were compassionate words | A |
| Waif of the alley and lane | L |
| Dreamed of the music of birds | A |
| Floating about in the rain | L |
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| White headed father in God | B |
| Over thy beautiful grave | H |
| Green is the grass of the sod | B |
| Soft is the sound of the wave | H |
| Down by the slopes of the sea | V |
| Often and often will sob | M |
| Boy who was fostered by thee | V |
| This is the story of Bob | M |
Henry Kendall
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