A Little Grey Curl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGF HIJKLMNM OPQPRSTA UEVEWVXY ZNA2NQB2C2B2 D2E2F2GG2H2NH2A little grey curl from my father's head | A |
I find unburned on the hearth | B |
And give it a place in my diary here | C |
With a feeling half sadness half mirth | D |
For the long white locks are our special pride | E |
Though he smiles at his daughter's praise | F |
But oh they have grown each year more thin | G |
Till they are now but a silvery haze | F |
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That wise old head though it does grow bald | H |
With the knocks hard fortune may give | I |
Has a store of faith and hope and trust | J |
Which have taught him how to live | K |
Though the hat be old there's a face below | L |
Which telleth to those who look | M |
The history of a good man's life | N |
And it cheers like a blessed book | M |
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A A peddler of jewels of clocks and of books | O |
Many a year of his wandering youth | P |
A peddler still with a far richer pack | Q |
His wares are wisdom and love and truth | P |
But now as then few purchase or pause | R |
For he cannot learn the tricks of trade | S |
Little silver he wins but that which time | T |
Is sprinkling thick on his meek old head | A |
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But there'll come a day when the busy world | U |
Grown sick with its folly and pride | E |
Will remember the mild faced peddler then | V |
Whom it rudely had set aside | E |
Will remember the wares he offered it once | W |
And will seek to find him again | V |
Eager to purchase truth wisdom and love | X |
But oh it will seek him in vain | Y |
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It will find but his footsteps left behind | Z |
Along the byways of life | N |
Where he patiently walked striving the while | A2 |
To quiet its tumult and strife | N |
But the peddling pilgrim has laid down his pack | Q |
And gone with his earnings away | B2 |
How small will they seem remembering the debt | C2 |
Which the world too late would repay | B2 |
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God bless the dear head and crown it with years | D2 |
Untroubled and calmly serene | E2 |
That the autumn of life more golden may be | F2 |
For the heats and the storms that have been | G |
My heritage none can ever dispute | G2 |
My fortune will bring neither strife nor care | H2 |
'Tis an honest name 'tis a beautiful life | N |
And the silver lock of my father's hair | H2 |
Louisa May Alcott
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