Address To My Father, On His Receiving An Easy Chair From The Right Hon. Lady--------. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKL MMCBHHDDNOPQRRSSTTTT UU| Calm resignation meets a happy end | A |
| And Providence long trusted brings a friend | A |
| God's will be done be patient and be good | B |
| Elisha was and ravens brought him food | C |
| And so wast thou my father fate's decree | D |
| Doom'd many evils should encompass thee | D |
| And like Elisha though it met thee late | E |
| Patience unwearied did not vainly wait | E |
| Thou hast my father long been us'd to pine | F |
| And patient borne thy pain great pain was thine | F |
| Thou hast submitted ah and thou hast known | G |
| The roughest storms that life has ever blown | G |
| Yet met them like a lamb thou wert resign'd | H |
| And though thou pray'dst a better place to find | H |
| 'Twas nought presumptuous meekly wouldst thou crave | I |
| When pains rack'd sore some easement in the grave | I |
| To lay thy aching body down in peace | J |
| Where want and pain poor man's tormentors cease | J |
| 'Twas all thy wish and not till lately wish'd | K |
| When age came on and pain thy strength had crush'd | L |
| There stood thy children ah thou oft wouldst sigh | M |
| Let's see my babes brought up and let me die | M |
| Though what I do brings them but little food | C |
| It better keeps them than a workhouse would | B |
| I've small enticement in this world to find | H |
| But could not rest if they were left behind | H |
| Bless thee my father thou'st been kind to me | D |
| And God who saw it will be kind to thee | D |
| Now pain has mark'd thee long with age's scars | N |
| And age with double blow thy end prepares | O |
| A crooked wreck the trace of what has been | P |
| Toil want and pain now but too plainly seen | Q |
| Thou'st met with friends who joy to damp despair | R |
| And when most needed brought thy easy chair | R |
| An easy seat thy wasted form to bless | S |
| And make thy useless limbs to pain thee less | S |
| O mayst thou long enjoy the comfort given | T |
| Live long to bless them who the deed have done | T |
| Then change thy earthly pains for joys in heaven | T |
| So beats the bosom of thy only son | T |
| Whose bliss is at its height whose long hope's crown'd | U |
| To prove when wanted most thy friends are found | U |
John Clare
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