For My Niece Angeline. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDCCEEDDFGHIJJ KLMMNOPQRRSSAALLPQGN TT D| In the morning of life when all things appear bright | A |
| And far in the distance the shadows of night | A |
| With kind parents still spared thee and health to enjoy | B |
| What period more fitting thy powers to employ | B |
| In the service of him who his own life has given | C |
| To procure thee a crown and a mansion in Heaven | C |
| As a dream that is gone at the breaking of day | D |
| And a tale that's soon told so our years pass away | D |
| Then count that day lost whose low setting sun | C |
| Can see from thy hand no worthy act done | C |
| Midst the roses of life many thorns thou wilt find | E |
| But the cloud that is darkest with silver is lined | E |
| As the children of Israel were led on their way | D |
| By the bright cloud at night and the dark cloud by day | D |
| So the Christian is led through the straight narrow road | F |
| That brings him direct to his home and his God | G |
| And when the last stage of life's journey is o'er | H |
| And Jordan's dark waves can affright him no more | I |
| When safely arrived in his own promised land | J |
| He's permitted with Saints and with Angels to stand | J |
| Then weighed in the balance how light will appear | K |
| All the sorrows of life with his blissful state there | L |
| Oh let us by faith take a view of him now | M |
| See the crown of bright jewels encircling his brow | M |
| His old tattered robe swept away by the flood | N |
| Is replaced by a new one the gift of his Lord | O |
| The hand of his Saviour that garment hath wrought | P |
| It is pure stainless white free from wrinkle and spot | Q |
| The streets that he walks in are pav d with gold | R |
| And yet it's transparent as glass we are told | R |
| The pure river of water of life is in view | S |
| And for healing the nations the tree of life too | S |
| There's no need of a candle or sun there for night | A |
| Is excluded forever the Lord God is their light | A |
| But here we will stop for no tongue can declare | L |
| No heart may conceive what the Saints enjoy there | L |
| And these joys may be ours oh how blissful the thought | P |
| Ours without money without price may be bought | Q |
| For us they've been purchased by the Son of God | G |
| At an infinite price his own precious blood | N |
| They wait our acceptance may be ours if we choose | T |
| 'Tis life to accept them 'tis death to refuse | T |
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| Weston May | D |
Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow
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