The Blessing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABACCA ADEDAAD AFGFHHF IJKJLMJNO

THE MASTER He was hungryA
Shall we not dine said HeA
On the good fruit amongst the leavesB
Of this delightful treeA
But oh the fig tree bore no fruitC
Wither He bade it to the rootC
For thus deceiving meA
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The Master He was hungryA
He plucked the grains so redD
Of wheat that grew beside the wayE
And He was bravely fedD
For this He said I guerdon theeA
Through all the years a type to beA
Of Christ the Living BreadD
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The Master He was thirstyA
He raised His hand on highF
And crushed the good red grapes that grewG
The nearest to the skyF
And as thou gavest me drink of thineH
So must I pour my blood O VineH
When I for man shall dieF
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The Master He was passingI
From men He held so dearJ
The feast with bread and wine was madeK
The Friday Cross was nearJ
Droop not He spoke and blessed their foodL
The broken Body and the BloodM
Sustain you year by yearJ
And corn and wine thenceforth have stoodN
His symbols everywhereO

Mary Colborne-veel



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