A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDD EFEFGGHH IJIKLLMN OPOPQQRR STSTUUVV WXWXDDYY OZOZA2A2B2B2| A poor wayfaring Man of grief | A |
| Hath often crossed me on my way | B |
| Who sued so humbly for relief | A |
| That I could never answer nay | B |
| I had not power to ask his name | C |
| Whereto he went or whence he came | C |
| Yet there was something in his eye | D |
| That won my love I knew not why | D |
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| Once when my scanty meal was spread | E |
| He entered not a word he spake | F |
| Just perishing for want of bread | E |
| I gave him all he blessed it brake | F |
| And ate but gave me part again | G |
| Mine was an angel s portion then | G |
| For while I fed with eager haste | H |
| The crust was manna to my taste | H |
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| I spied him where a fountain burst | I |
| Clear from the rock his strength was gone | J |
| The heedless water mocked his thirst | I |
| He heard it saw it hurrying on | K |
| I ran and raised the suff rer up | L |
| Thrice from the stream he drained my cup | L |
| Dipped and returned it running o er | M |
| I drank and never thirsted more | N |
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| Twas night the floods were out it blew | O |
| A winter hurricane aloof | P |
| I heard his voice abroad and flew | O |
| To bid him welcome to my roof | P |
| I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest | Q |
| And laid him on my couch to rest | Q |
| Then made the earth my bed and seemed | R |
| In Eden s garden while I dreamed | R |
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| Stripped wounded beaten nigh to death | S |
| I found him by the highway side | T |
| I roused his pulse brought back his breath | S |
| Revived his spirit and supplied | T |
| Wine oil refreshment he was healed | U |
| I had myself a wound concealed | U |
| But from that hour forgot the smart | V |
| And peace bound up my broken heart | V |
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| In pris n I saw him next condemned | W |
| To meet a traitor s doom at morn | X |
| The tide of lying tongues I stemmed | W |
| And honored him mid shame and scorn | X |
| My friendship s utmost zeal to try | D |
| He asked if I for him would die | D |
| The flesh was weak my blood ran chill | Y |
| But my free spirit cried I will | Y |
| - | |
| Then in a moment to my view | O |
| The stranger started from disguise | Z |
| The tokens in His hands I knew | O |
| The Savior stood before mine eyes | Z |
| He spake and my poor name He named | A2 |
| Of Me thou hast not been ashamed | A2 |
| These deeds shall thy memorial be | B2 |
| Fear not thou didst them unto Me | B2 |
James Montgomery
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