All On A Christmas Morning. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDD EFEFGHGHD IJIJCKCKD LHLHMNMND OPOPQMQMD

The wind it blew cold and the ice was thickA
Deeper and deeper the snowdrifts grewB
A young mother lay in her cottage sickA
Her needs were many her comforts fewB
Clasped to her breast was a newborn childC
Unknowing unmindful of weal or woeD
And away far away in the tempest wildC
Was a husband and father kneedeep in the snowD
All on a Christmas morning long agoD
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The lamp burned low and the fire was deadE
And the snow sifted in through each crevice and crackF
As she tossed and turned in her lowly bedE
And murmured Good Lord bring my husband backF
The clocks in the city had told the hourG
With a single stroke for young was the dayH
But no swelling note from the loftiest towerG
Could reach that lone cot where a mother layH
All on a Christmas morning long agoD
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High on the moorland that crowned the hillI
Bewildered benumbed midst the snow so deepJ
Fighting for life with a desperate willI
Lost wearied and worn and oppressed with sleepJ
Was the husband and father with grief almost wildC
Bearing cordials and medicine safely bestowedK
That he'd been to obtain for his wife and childC
Then exhausted he sank And it snowed and it snowedK
All on a Christmas morning long agoD
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The sun arose on a world so whiteL
That glistened and sparkled beneath his rayH
And the children's faces looked just as brightL
As they cried What a glorious Christmas dayH
In a lowly cot lay a stiff white formM
And all was still save a pitiful wailN
No more should that mother fear sickness or stormM
Together two spirits sped through the dark valeN
All on a Christmas morning long agoD
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Friends who were coming to bring good cheerO
Found a young babe sucking a cold white breastP
Noiselessly reverently gathering nearO
The orphan to full hearts was lovingly pressedP
The parents were laid side by side in the graveQ
And the babe grew in beauty of face and of formM
And they still call her Snowdrop the name that they gaveQ
Sweet Snowdrop the frail little flower of the stormM
All on a Christmas morning long agoD

John Hartley



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