A Mother's Prayer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDAD AADAEAFA GHIHAEAE JKAKALML NAOALDAD APAQRSTS UAVAWXEXI knelt beside a little bed | A |
The curtains drew away | B |
And 'mid the soft white folds beheld | A |
Two rosy sleepers lay | B |
The one had seen three summers smile | C |
And lisped her evening prayer | D |
The other only one year's shade | A |
Was on her flaxen hair | D |
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No sense of duties ill performed | A |
Weighed on each heaving breast | A |
No weariness of work day care | D |
Disturbed their tranquil rest | A |
The stars to them as yet were in | E |
The reach of baby hand | A |
Temptation trial grief were words | F |
They could not understand | A |
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But in the coming years I saw | G |
The turbulence of life | H |
O'erwhelm this calm of innocence | I |
With melancholy strife | H |
From all the foes that lurk without | A |
From feebleness within | E |
What Sovereign guard from Heaven I asked | A |
Will strong beseeching win | E |
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Then to my soul a vision came | J |
Illuming cheering all | K |
Of him who stood with shining front | A |
On Dothan's ancient wall | K |
And while his servant's heart grew faint | A |
As he beheld with fear | L |
The Syrian bands encompassing | M |
The city far and near | L |
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With lofty confidence to his | N |
Sad questioning replied | A |
Those armies are outnumbered far | O |
By legions at our side | A |
Then up from starry sphere to sphere | L |
Was borne the Prophet's prayer | D |
Unfold to his blind sight O God | A |
Thy glorious hosts and fair | D |
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The servant's eyes bewildered gazed | A |
On chariots of fire | P |
On seraphs clad in mails of light | A |
Resistless in their ire | Q |
On ranks of angels marshalled close | R |
Where roving comets run | S |
On silver shields and rainbow wings | T |
Outspread before the sun | S |
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I saw the Syrian hosts at noon | U |
Led sightless through the land | A |
And longed to grasp the Prophet's robe | V |
Within my feeble hand | A |
While my whole soul went out in deep | W |
And passionate appeal | X |
That faith like his might set within | E |
My babes' pure hearts its seal | X |
Mary Gardiner Horsford
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