For My Friend Mrs. R Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFGHIJKLMNNOO JJJNNPQRRSSTLUUVWXXN NYYZZZA2A2B2B2WVXXXX C2D2E2VWXXF2F2G2G2 H2| When writing to you friend a subject I'd find | A |
| In which there's both pleasure and profit combined | A |
| And though what I've chosen may pain in review | B |
| Yet still there's strange mingling of pleasure there too | B |
| Then let us go back many years that are past | C |
| And glance at those days much too happy to last | C |
| I have seen thee my friend when around thy bright hearth | D |
| Not a seat was found vacant but gladness and mirth | E |
| Kept high holiday there and many a time | F |
| Were mingled in pastime my children with thine | G |
| I've looked in again the destroyer had come | H |
| And changed the whole aspect of that happy home | I |
| He entered that dwelling and rudely he tore | J |
| From the arms of his mother her most cherished flower | K |
| Thy heart seemed then broken oh how couldst thou bear | L |
| To live in this world and thy idol not here | M |
| Oh heart stricken mother thou didst not then know | N |
| All the bitter ingredients in thy cup of woe | N |
| The hand of thy father that cup had prepared | O |
| Each drop needful for thee not one could be spared | O |
| Ere thy first wound had healed while bleeding and sore | J |
| Death entered again and a fair daughter bore | J |
| From home of her childhood to return never more | J |
| How painful the shock for in striking that blow | N |
| A child parent sister and wife was laid low | N |
| Thy strength seemed unequal that shock to sustain | P |
| But death was not satiate he soon called again | Q |
| And tears and entreaties were powerless to save | R |
| Another dear daughter from death and the grave | R |
| Like a fair lily when droops its young head | S |
| With little of suffering her mild spirit fled | S |
| She was thy namesake to her young friends most dear | T |
| So many thy trials so heavy to bear | L |
| It seemed that much longer thou couldst not survive | U |
| How much can the human heart bear and yet live | U |
| Up to this time there had always been one | V |
| Who shared in thy trials and made them his own | W |
| Many years his strong arm had support been to thee | X |
| The friend of thy youth thy kind husband was he | X |
| He's ever been with thee in weal and in woe | N |
| But the time's just at hand when he too must go | N |
| The bolt fell not single it pierced the slight form | Y |
| Of a child too fragile to weather the storm | Y |
| The summons that took her dear father away | Z |
| Seemed her young heart to break she could not here stay | Z |
| And now in deep slumber they side by side lay | Z |
| I have felt my dear friend as I've witnessed thy grief | A2 |
| How inadequate language to give thee relief | A2 |
| And that real relief could never be found | B2 |
| Except from the hand that inflicted the wound | B2 |
| In the furnace of fire thou wert not alone | W |
| For walking beside thee had ever been one | V |
| The kindest of friends though thou could'st not him see | X |
| For the scales on thine eyes weighed them down heavily | X |
| Those scales have now fallen look up thou canst see | X |
| That look of compassion it's fixed upon thee | X |
| Raise thine eyes once again see that head crowned with thorns | C2 |
| In those feet hands and side see the deep bleeding wounds | D2 |
| You now know full well why such suffering was borne | E2 |
| 'Twas for thee and for me and for every one | V |
| Who trusts in his merits and on him alone | W |
| Thy day is just passed 'tis now evening with thee | X |
| But the faith of the Christian is given to see | X |
| The star of bright promise amid the dark gloom | F2 |
| Which shall light all thy footsteps and gild the lone tomb | F2 |
| And at the last day mayst thou and thine stand | G2 |
| An unbroken household at Jesus' right hand | G2 |
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| March | H2 |
Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow
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