The Poor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACACDEFEAA| I walk the streets and though not meanly drest | A |
| Yet none so poor as can with me compare | B |
| For none though weary call me into rest | A |
| And though I hunger none their substance share | B |
| I ask not for my stay the broken reed | A |
| That fails when most I want a friendly arm | C |
| I cannot on the loaves and fishes feed | A |
| That want the blessing that they may not harm | C |
| I only ask the living word to hear | D |
| From tongues that now but speak to utter death | E |
| I thirst for one cool cup of water clear | F |
| But drink the riled stream of lying breath | E |
| And wander on though in my Fatherland | A |
| Yet hear no welcome voice and see no beckoning hand | A |
Jones Very
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