Angels Of Sunderland. In Memoriam, June 16th, 1893 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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On the sixteenth of June eighteen eighty threeA
The children of Sunderland hastened to seeA
Strange wonders performed by a mystic manB
Believing as only young children canB
And merry groups chattered as hand in handC
They careered through the streets of SunderlandD
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In holiday dress and with faces cleanE
And hearts as light as the lightest I weenE
The hall was soon crowded and wondering eyesF
Expressed their delight at each fresh surpriseF
The sight of their bright eager faces was grandC
Such a mass of fair blossoms of SunderlandD
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With wonder and laughter the moments flyG
And the wizard at last bade them all good byeG
But not till he promised that each one thereH
In his magical fortune should have a shareH
Such a wonderful man with such liberal handC
Had never before been in SunderlandD
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They danced and they shouted and full of gleeA
They rushed to find out what these presents could beA
And the sea of young faces was borne alongI
Until checked by a barrier stout and strongI
And then the bright current was brought to a standC
And a heart piercing shriek rang through SunderlandD
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Then the hearts of the little ones filled with fearJ
With a sickening sense of a danger nearJ
And with frantic efforts they strove to fleeA
To the homes where they knew there would safety beA
And deaf alike to request or commandC
Rushed to death the sweet flowers of SunderlandD
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Swift flew the alarm from street to streetK
And swiftly responded the hurrying feetK
Fathers and mothers with grief gone wildL
Cried as they ran Oh my child my childL
Women half fainting and men all unmannedC
'Twas a sad sad day for SunderlandD
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Pen cannot tell what keen anguish wrungM
Their bleeding hearts as the fair and youngM
Were dragged from the struggling groaning massN
Mangled disfigured and dead AlasN
And offers of help came from every handC
For they were the children of SunderlandD
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Quickly and tenderly one by oneE
They were brought to light till the task was doneE
The wounded were tended with kindness and skillO
Side by side lay the dead all so ghastly and stillO
What a terrible tale told that silent bandC
As the Sabbath sun rose over SunderlandD
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In the promise of beauty and strength cut downE
Two hundred spirits from earth had flownE
Two hundred frail caskets that love could not saveP
Awaiting their last earthly home in the graveP
And a crowd of white angels expectant standC
To welcome the angels from SunderlandD
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Woe in the cottage and woe in the hallQ
Woe in the hearts of the great and the smallQ
Woe in the streets in the houses of prayerH
Woe had its dwelling place everywhereH
Suffering and sorrow on every handC
Woe woe woe throughout SunderlandD
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Who can give comfort in grief such as thisR
Man's arm is helpless no power is hisS
There is but One unto whom we can fleeA
One who in mercy cries Come unto meA
One who in pity outstretches His handC
To the heart broken mourners of SunderlandD
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Sad will the homes be for many a dayT
Where the light of the household has been snatched awayT
But through the dull cloud of our sorrow and painE
Shines the hope that at last we may meet them againE
For on the bright shores of the 'better land '-
Are gathered the treasures of SunderlandD

John Hartley



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