Written For My Son ... Upon His Master's First Bringing In A Rod Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEE FFGGHH IIJJ KKLL| OUR master in a fatal hour | A |
| Brought in this Rod to shew his pow'r | B |
| O dreadful birch O baleful tree | C |
| Thou instrument of tyranny | C |
| Thou deadly damp to youthful joys | D |
| The sight of thee our peace destroys | D |
| Not Damocles with greater dread | E |
| Beheld the weapon o'er his head | E |
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| That sage was surely more discerning | F |
| Who taught to play us into learning | F |
| By graving letters on the dice | G |
| May heav'n reward the kind device | G |
| And crown him with immortal fame | H |
| Who taught at once to read and game | H |
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| Take my advice pursue that rule | I |
| You'll make a fortune by your school | I |
| You'll soon have all the elder brothers | J |
| And be the darling of the mothers | J |
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| O may I live to hail the day | K |
| When boys shall go to school to play | K |
| To grammar rules we'll bid defiance | L |
| For play will then become a science | L |
Mary Barber
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