The Angel Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme

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to outer thing I lay	A
And 'Go ' she said 'and tell the broken hearted	B
What now my will shall to thy mind convey	A
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'I've passed the portals I so often dreaded	C
And by the fiery trial unconsumed	C
I find myself to life not death yet wedded	C
Even I whose relics you beheld entombed	C
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'To me the baubles of the world have vanished	C
Even with the garments I behind have left	C
But not one treasure from my heart is banished	C
Not of one golden hope am I bereft	C
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'The self same soul am I the self same being	D
In every human faculty the same	E
Save with a clearer keener sense of seeing	D
What path to glory leads and what to shame	E
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'The wife's devotion and affection tender	F
The mother's sweet solicitude and all	G
That did our home a thing of beauty render	F
Is mine or haunts me still and ever shall	H
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'Even from my sphere beyond your sphere located	C
I'm oft permitted to return return	I
To seek the halls my change left desolated	C
To bless the dear ones left that change to mourn	J
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'I see the brave man by the hearth stone sitting	D
To whom my being was and yet is wed	C
I see the past before his vision flitting	D
I see the tear drops for his lost one shed	C
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'Not void of hope the dust be saw enshrouded	C
Itself was but a cerement to a soul	K
Whose vision never could by death be clouded	C
He yet hath sorrows he can not control	K
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'Full often o'er the welkin of his vision	L
I see an ebon cloudlet stealing when	M
A sigh is uttered lest his hope elysian	M
Is but a phantom of the minds of men	M
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'Upon my knees unseen before him kneeling	D
I gaze into those eyes tear blinded till	N
A sense of sadness yieldeth to a feeling	D
As sweet as ever did a bosom thrill	N
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'I point the images of those yet living	D
Thus speak I still as I when with you spake	O
When from the past into the present driven	M
His heart is up and toiling for their sake	O
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''Even for my girl ' he cries 'so bright and airy	P
Even for my little boy just lisping I	Q
Must try this death bell monotone to vary	P
And on life's harp awake life's battle cry '	-
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'As he resolveth even so he doeth	R
And all the little I can do I do	C
To help him to the object he pursueth	R
Or open vistas brighter to his view	C
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'I cannot wash as wont our jewels' faces	S
I cannot comb as wont their golden hair	T
But I can lock them in my fond embraces	U
And I can gild their minds with fancies rare	T
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'I cannot fetch the lisper sweet his rattle	V
Nor for the other the piano ring	D
But I can aid my boy child in his prattle	V
And I can prompt my girl child how to sing	D
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'I cannot lead them to the daisied meadows	W
But I can over look them when they're there	T
And give a golden glow to passing shadows	W
And make the fair sunshine to them more fair	T
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'I cannot give them supper in the even	M
Nor on the morn to them their toast convey	A
But when they kneel before the Lord of heaven	M
Them I can prompt for what and how to pray	A
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'Ay tho' they cannot see or hear me ever	F
Into the soul of babe and father flows	W
The presence of their mourn'd one like a river	F
That wakens music where so e'er it goes	W
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'So as by those the idols of my bosom	X
Touch'd by the carol of the unseen bird	C
Touch'd by the perfume of the unseen blossom	X
The hearts of others to their depths are stirr'd	C
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'Nay by each spirit sweet with whom my spirit	C
In state harmonic moved and breathed I'm felt	C
And still alive to every form of merit	C
Still dwells my love with those with whom it dwelt	C
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'Alive to these to each high aspiration	M
To every base born passion yet alive	Y
To all that tendeth to man's elevation	M
To all that downward cloth the spirit drive	Y
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'Alive to all most worthy to be cherish'd	C
Alive to all should most excite our dread	C
And being thus albeit the body's perish'd	C
How can it be averr'd that I am dead '	-

Joseph Skipsey

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