A Legend Of The Blesses Virgin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FEFEE EG EHAHIJKJ HLKLAMN OPEPAAEA| THE day of Joseph's marriage unto Mary | A |
| In thoughful mood he said unto his wife | B |
| Behold I go into a far off country | A |
| To labor for thee and to make thy life | B |
| And home all sweet and peaceful ' And the Virgin | C |
| Unquestioning beheld her spouse depart | D |
| Then lived she many days of musing gladness | E |
| Not knowing that God's hand was round her heart | D |
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| And dreaming thus one day within her chamber | F |
| She wept with speechless bliss when lo the face | E |
| Of white winged angel Gabriel rose before her | F |
| And bowing spoke ' Hail Mary full of grace | E |
| The Lord is with thee and among the nations | E |
| Forever blessed is thy chosen name ' | - |
| The angel vanished and the Lord's high Presence | E |
| With untold glory to the Virgin came | G |
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| A season passed of joy unknown to mortals | E |
| When Joseph came with what his toil had won | H |
| And broke the brooding ecstasy of Mary | A |
| Whose soul was ever with her promised Son | H |
| But nature's jealous fears encircled Joseph | I |
| And round his heart in darkening doubts held sway | J |
| He looked upon his spouse cold eyed and pondered | K |
| How he could put her from his sight away | J |
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| And once when moody thus within his garden | H |
| The gentle girl besought for some ripe fruit | L |
| That hung beyond her reach the old man answered | K |
| With face averted harshly to her suit | L |
| 'I will not serve thee woman Thou hast wronged me | A |
| I heed no more thy words and actions mild | M |
| If fruit thou wantest thou canst henceforth ask it | N |
| From him the father of thy unborn child ' | - |
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| But ere the words had root within her hearing | O |
| The Virgin's face was glorified anew | P |
| And Joseph turning sank within her presence | E |
| And knew indeed his wondrous dreams were true | P |
| For there before the sandaled feet of Mary | A |
| The kingly tree had bowed its top and she | A |
| Had pulled and eaten from its prostrate branches | E |
| As if unconscious of the mystery | A |
John Boyle O'reilly
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