A Mother Showing The Portrait Of Her Child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCDEDE FGHIDJKJ LMNMNONO PAPAPQPQ RSTSUVPV PWXYZA2B2A2 C2D2LD2C2E2DE2 F2G2A2G2PENE LH2B2H2DI2J2I2 C2K2D B2L2A2M2 J2K2D NN2J2N2 C2N2O2N2F2J2C2J2 DP2DRC2C2J2C2 TC2B2C2HQ2R2Q2 NC2B2C2HC2J2C2 HQ2DC2C2S2DS2 J2HDHDT2J2T2 NOJ2OC2HDH

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Living child or pictured cherubB
Ne'er o'ermatched its baby graceC
And the mother moving nearerD
Looked it calmly in the faceC
Then with slight and quiet gestureD
And with lips that scarcely smiledE
Said A Portrait of my daughterD
When she was a childE
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Easy thought was hers to fathomF
Nothing hard her glance to readG
For it seemed to say No praisesH
For this little child I needI
If you see I see far betterD
And I will not feign to careJ
For a stranger's prompt assuranceK
That the face is fairJ
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Softly clasped and half extendedL
She her dimpled hands doth layM
So they doubtless placed them sayingN
Little one you must not playM
And while yet his work was growingN
This the painter's hand hath shownO
That the little heart was makingN
Pictures of its ownO
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Is it warm in that green valleyP
Vale of childhood where you dwellA
Is it calm in that green valleyP
Round whose bournes such great hills swellA
Are there giants in the valleyP
Giants leaving footprints yetQ
Are there angels in the valleyP
Tell me I forgetQ
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Answer answer for the liliesR
Little one o'ertop you muchS
And the mealy gold within themT
You can scarcely reach to touchS
O how far their aspect differsU
Looking up and looking downV
You look up in that green valleyP
Valley of renownV
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Are there voices in the valleyP
Lying near the heavenly gateW
When it opens do the harp stringsX
Touched within reverberateY
When like shooting stars the angelsZ
To your couch at nightfall goA2
Are their swift wings heard to rustleB2
Tell me for you knowA2
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Yes you know and you are silentC2
Not a word shall asking winD2
Little mouth more sweet than rosebudL
Fast it locks the secret inD2
Not a glimpse upon your presentC2
You unfold to glad my viewE2
Ah what secrets of your futureD
I could tell to youE2
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Sunny present thus I read itF2
By remembrance of my pastG2
Its to day and its to morrowA2
Are as lifetimes vague and vastG2
And each face in that green valleyP
Takes for you an aspect mildE
And each voice grows soft in sayingN
Kiss me little childE
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As a boon the kiss is grantedL
Baby mouth your touch is sweetH2
Takes the love without the troubleB2
From those lips that with it meetH2
Gives the love O pure O tenderD
Of the valley where it growsI2
But the baby heart receivethJ2
MORE THAN IT BESTOWSI2
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Comes the future to the presentC2
Ah she saith too blithe of moodK2
Why that smile which seems to whisperD
'I am happy God is good '-
God is good that truth eternalB2
Sown for you in happier yearsL2
I must tend it in my shadowA2
Water it with tearsM2
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Ah sweet present I must lead theeJ2
By a daylight more subduedK2
There must teach thee low to whisperD
'I am mournful God is good '-
Peace thou future clouds are comingN
Stooping from the mountain crestN2
But that sunshine floods the valleyJ2
Let her let her restN2
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Comes the future to the presentC2
Child she saith and wilt thou restN2
How long child before thy footstepsO2
Fret to reach yon cloudy crestN2
Ah the valley angels guard itF2
But the heights are brave to seeJ2
Looking down were long contentmentC2
Come up child to meJ2
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So she speaks but do not heed herD
Little maid with wondrous eyesP2
Not afraid but clear and tenderD
Blue and filled with propheciesR
Thou for whom life's veil unliftedC2
Hangs whom warmest valleys foldC2
Lift the veil the charm dissolvethJ2
Climb but heights are coldC2
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There are buds that fold within themT
Closed and covered from our sightC2
Many a richly tinted petalB2
Never looked on by the lightC2
Fain to see their shrouded facesH
Sun and dew are long at strifeQ2
Till at length the sweet buds openR2
Such a bud is lifeQ2
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When the rose of thine own beingN
Shall reveal its central foldC2
Thou shalt look within and marvelB2
Fearing what thine eyes beholdC2
What it shows and what it teachesH
Are not things wherewith to partC2
Thorny rose that always costethJ2
Beatings at the heartC2
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Look in fear for there is dimnessH
Ills unshapen float anighQ2
Look in awe for this same natureD
Once the Godhead deigned to dieC2
Look in love for He doth love itC2
And its tale is best of loreS2
Still humanity grows dearerD
Being learned the moreS2
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Learn but not the less bethink theeJ2
How that all can mingle tearsH
But his joy can none discoverD
Save to them that are his peersH
And that they whose lips do utterD
Language such as bards have sungT2
Lo their speech shall be to manyJ2
As an unknown tongueT2
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Learn that if to thee the meaningN
Of all other eyes be shownO
Fewer eyes can ever front theeJ2
That are skilled to read thine ownO
And that if thy love's deep currentC2
Many another's far outflowsH
Then thy heart must take foreverD
LESS THAN IT BESTOWSH

Jean Ingelow



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