On The Death Of His Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOPPQQRRCCSTUU VVOOWWXXYYZA2B2C2D2D 2OOE2E2OO

Ye fabled Muses I your aid disclaimA
Your airy raptures and your fancied flameA
True genuine woe my throbbing breast inspiresB
Love prompts my lays and filial duty firesC
My soul springs instant at the warm designD
And the heart dictates every flowing lineD
See where the kindest best of mothers liesE
And death has closed her ever watching eyesE
Has lodged at last in peace her weary breastF
And lulled her many piercing cares to restF
No more the orphan train around her standsG
While her full heart upbraids her needy handsG
No more the widow's lonely fate she feelsH
The shock severe that modest want concealsH
The oppressor's scourge the scorn of wealthy prideI
And poverty's unnumbered ills besideI
For see attended by the angelic throngJ
Through yonder worlds of light she glides alongJ
And claims the well earned raptures of the skyK
Yet fond concern recalls the mother's eyeK
She seeks the helpless orphans left behindL
So hardly left so bitterly resignedL
Still still is she my soul's diurnal themeM
The waking vision and the wailing dreamM
Amid the ruddy sun's enlivening blazeN
O'er my dark eyes her dewy image playsN
And in the dread dominion of the nightO
Shines out again the sadly pleasing sightO
Triumphant virtue all around her dartsP
And more than volumes every look impartsP
Looks soft yet awful melting yet sereneQ
Where both the mother and the saint are seenQ
But ah that night that torturing night remainsR
May darkness dye it with the deepest stainsR
May joy on it forsake her rosy bowersC
And streaming sorrow blast its baleful hoursC
When on the margin of the briny floodS
Chilld with a sad presaging damp I stoodT
Took the last look ne'er to behold her moreU
And mixed our murmurs with the wavy roarU
Heard the last words fall from her pious tongueV
Then wild into the bulging vessel flungV
Which soon too soon conveyed me from her sightO
Dearer than life and liberty and lightO
Why was I then ye powers reserved for thisW
Nor sunk that moment in the vast abyssW
Devoured at once by the relentless waveX
And whelmed for ever in a watery graveX
Down ye wild wishes of unruly woeY
I see her with immortal beauty glowY
The early wrinkle care contracted goneZ
Her tears all wiped and all her sorrows flownA2
The exalting voice of Heaven I hear her breatheB2
To soothe her soul in agonies of deathC2
I see her through the mansions blessed aboveD2
And now she meets her dear expecting loveD2
Heart cheering sight but yet alas o'erspreadO
By the dark gloom of Grief's uncheerful shadeO
Come then of reason the reflecting hourE2
And let me trust the kind o'erruling PowerE2
Who from the night commands the shining dayO
The poor man's portion and the orphan's stayO

James Thomson



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