Old Barnard -- A Monkish Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme

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OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind	A
Though his age was full fourscore	B
And he us'd to go	C
Thro' hail and snow	C
To a neighb'ring town	D
With his old coat brown	D
To beg at his GRANDSON'S door	B
	-
OLD BARNARD briskly jogg'd along	E
When the hail and snow did fall	F
And whatever the day	G
He was always gay	G
Did the broad Sun glow	C
Or the keen wind blow	C
While he begg'd in his GRANDSON'S Hall	F
	-
His GRANDSON was a Squire and he	H
Had houses and lands and gold	I
And a coach beside	J
And horses to ride	J
And a downy bed	K
To repose his head	K
And he felt not the winter's cold	I
	-
Old BARNARD had neither house nor lands	L
Nor gold to buy warm array	G
Nor a coach to carry	H
His old bones weary	H
Nor beds of feather	B
In freezing weather	B
To sleep the long nights away	G
	-
But BARNARD a quiet conscience had	M
No guile did his bosom know	C
And when Ev'ning clos'd	N
His old bones repos'd	N
Tho' the wintry blast	N
O'er his hovel past	N
And he slept while the winds did blow	C
	-
But his GRANDSON he could never sleep	O
'Till the Sun began to rise	P
For a fev'rish pain	Q
Oppress'd his brain	Q
And he fear'd some evil	R
And dream'd of the Devil	R
Whenever he clos'd his eyes	P
	-
And whenever he feasted the rich and gay	G
The Devil still had his joke	S
For however rare	B
The sumptuous fare	B
When the sparkling glass	T
Was seen to pass	T
He was fearful the draught would choke	S
	-
And whenever in fine and costly geer	B
The Squire went forth to ride	N
The owl would cry	B
And the raven fly	B
Across his road	N
While the sluggish toad	N
Would crawl by his Palfry's side	N
	-
And he could not command the Sunny day	G
For the rain would wet him through	B
And the wind would blow	C
Where his nag did go	C
And the thunder roar	B
And the torrents pour	B
And he felt the chill Evening dew	B
	-
And the cramp would wring his youthful bones	U
And would make him groan aloud	N
And the doctor's art	N
Could not cure the heart	N
While the conscience still	V
Was o'ercharg'd with ill	V
And he dream'd of the pick axe and shroud	N
	-
And why could Old BARNARD sweetly sleep	O
Since so poor and so old was he	H
Because he could say	G
At the close of day	G
I have done no wrong	E
To the weak or strong	E
And so Heaven look kind on me	H
	-
One night the GRANDSON hied him forth	W
To a MONK that liv'd hard by	B
O Father said he	H
I am come to thee	H
For I'm sick of sin	X
And would fain begin	X
To repent me before I die	B
	-
I must pray for your Soul the MONK replied	N
But will see you to morrow ere noon	Y
Then the MONK flew straight	N
To Old BARNARD'S gate	N
And he bade him haste	N
O'er the dewy waste	N
By the light of the waning Moon	Y
	-
In the Monkish cell did old BARNARD wait	N
And his GRANDSON went thither soon	Y
In a habit of grey	G
Ere the dawn of day	G
With a cowl and cross	Z
On the sill of moss	Z
He knelt by the light of the Moon	Y
	-
O shrive me Father the GRANDSON cried	N
For the Devil is waiting for me	H
I have robb'd the poor	B
I have shut my door	B
And kept out the good	N
When they wanted food	N
And I come for my pardon to Thee	H
	-
Get home young Sinner Old BARNARD said	N
And your GRANDSIRE quickly see	H
Give him half your store	B
For he's old and poor	B
And avert each evil	R
And cheat the Devil	R
By making him rich as thee	H
	-
The SQUIRE obey'd and Old BARNARD now	A2
Is rescued from every evil	R
For he fears no wrong	E
From the weak or strong	E
And the Squire can snore	B
When the loud winds roar	B
For he dreams no more of THE DEVIL	R

Mary Darby Robinson

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