My S.s. Class Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCB EFGF BADDA HADA IHJH KLML NONB HPBBP QPRP BSBS TFUF BVWV H| I now will endeavor while fresh in my mind | A |
| My Sabbath School Class to portray | B |
| The theme's furnished for me I've only to find | A |
| Colors to blend their forms to display | B |
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| And first on the canvass we'll Adeline place | C |
| With her full and expressive dark eye | D |
| Decision of purpose is stamped on that face | C |
| And good scholarship too we descry | B |
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| Next in order comes Alice with bright sunny smile | E |
| That does one's heart good to behold | F |
| May the sorrows of life ne'er that young spirit blight | G |
| Nor that heart be less cheerful when old | F |
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| But who's this that we see with that mild pensive air | B |
| And a look so expressively kind | A |
| It is Ann gentle Ann before whom we pass by | D |
| We will add 't would be useless in any to try | D |
| Disposition more lovely to find | A |
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| The next is a bright noble face we espy | H |
| 'Tis a boy of ten years we shall find | A |
| There's a spice of the rogue in that merry young eye | D |
| With good sense and good nature combined | A |
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| It's young master Alpheus we never have found | I |
| One more punctual at school hour than he | H |
| He's now but a lad yet who knows when a man | J |
| But a Judge in our land he may be | H |
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| Next comes little Moggy our dear little Moggy | K |
| But before she is brought out to view | L |
| We'll new colors select add fresh tints to the whole | M |
| And spread all on our pallet anew | L |
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| And now she appears in her own proper size | N |
| Her cheeks colored by nature's warm glow | O |
| With her full lustrous and speaking black eyes | N |
| And rich ringlets that grace her young brow | B |
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| Walter's the last on the painting we see | H |
| Little Walter the youngest of all | P |
| Look he's repeating his lesson just now | B |
| Mark the expression on that infant brow | B |
| He's a wonder for scholar so small | P |
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| But there's one in this grouping we look for in vain | Q |
| Whose image we often recall | P |
| How mournfully sweet is the sound of thy name | R |
| Dear Elbridge the loved one of all | P |
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| Thou wert called in the freshness of morning away | B |
| By him who all things doeth well | S |
| The rest for brief periods are suffered to stay | B |
| How long we may none of us tell | S |
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| May the Holy Book studied in this Sabbath School | T |
| Be more precious than silver or gold | F |
| Be its doctrines received and its precepts obeyed | U |
| And rich treasures it still will unfold | F |
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| And when one by one we shall all pass away | B |
| To me oh my Father be given | V |
| The joy that no heart upon earth can conceive | W |
| To meet all in the kingdom of Heaven | V |
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| Weston Feb | H |
Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow
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