Friar Anselmo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DD EE CC FF GG HH EE II EE JJ EE KK LL MM NN OO PP| Friar Anselmo God's grace may he win | A |
| Committed one sad day a deadly sin | A |
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| Which being done he drew back self abhorred | B |
| From the rebuking presence of the Lord | B |
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| And kneeling down besought with bitter cry | C |
| Since life was worthless grown that he might die | C |
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| All night he knelt and when the morning broke | D |
| In patience still he waits death's fatal stroke | D |
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| When all at once a cry of sharp distress | E |
| Aroused Anselmo from his wretchedness | E |
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| And looking from the convent window high | C |
| He saw a wounded traveller gasping lie | C |
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| Just underneath who bruised and stricken sore | F |
| Had crawled for aid unto the convent door | F |
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| The friar's heart with deep compassion stirred | G |
| When the poor wretch's groans for help were heard | G |
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| With gentle hands and touched with love divine | H |
| He bathed his wounds and poured in oil and wine | H |
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| With tender foresight cared for all his needs | E |
| A blessed ministry of noble deeds | E |
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| In such devotion passed seven days At length | I |
| The poor wayfarer gained his wonted strength | I |
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| With grateful thanks he left the convent walls | E |
| And once again on death Anselmo calls | E |
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| When lo his cell was filled with sudden light | J |
| And on the wall he saw an angel write | J |
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| An angel in whose likeness he could trace | E |
| More noble grown the traveller's form and face | E |
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| Courage Anselmo though thy sin be great | K |
| God grants thee life that thou may'st expiate | K |
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| Thy guilty stains shall be washed white again | L |
| By noble service done thy fellow men | L |
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| His soul draws nearest unto God above | M |
| Who to his brother ministers in love | M |
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| Meekly Anselmo rose and after prayer | N |
| His soul was lightened of its past despair | N |
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| Henceforth he strove obeying God's high will | O |
| His heaven appointed mission to fulfil | O |
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| And many a soul oppressed with pain and grief | P |
| Owed to the friar solace and relief | P |
Horatio Alger, Jr.
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