Untitled 8 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AA BBCDEEFFGGBBHHIIJJFF KKLMEENNOOPPQRRSTSCF FUUSTJRBB

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Thou sinless and sweet one thy voice is a strainB
Which yields solace to sadness and balm to my painB
From thy unsullied spirit it comes to me hereC
Like the music of Eden soft holy and clearD
The storm stirring thoughts o'er my heart holding swayE
At the charm of its gentleness vanish awayE
For its melody teeming with gladness and loveF
Seems the song of the seraph to lure me aboveF
Beautiful prattler that music of mirthG
Yet unchecked by the cares and the sorrows of earthG
Mingles strangely where anguish and retchedness reignB
With the sigh of the captive and the clank of his chainB
Yet I love to hear it though captive I beH
Gushing pure from thy young heart all joyous and freeH
There's a siren like sweetness pervading its songI
Which can woo me to virtue and win me from wrongI
Play on then play on then for thou dost not knowJ
What it is to be wretched and burdened with woeJ
There's the fair world around thee and blue sky aboveF
Ever seeming to breathe on thee beauty and loveF
And the waters that flash in the suns golden beamsK
Dance beneath thee as bright as thine own fairy dreamsK
Yet here there are hearts sank in ruin and crimeL
Which once was as gleesome and guiltless as thineM
Beware then beware when seducingly gayE
Vice with counterfeit smiles would beguile thee awayE
From the good and the lovely from virtue and joyN
To the pleasures of sin which debase and destroyN
Those holy emotions and pure thoughts which dwellO
In the bosom of childhood oh cherish them wellO
For if there's a true joy this world can impartP
It surely exists in the innocent heartP
Though remorse wring my soul andQ
though care clothe my browR
I once was as sinless and joyous as thouR
And knelt too like thee by a fond mother's chairS
With tiny hands folded in faith hallowed pray'rT
Play on my sweet child there's a penitent tearS
Stealing down my wan cheek as I list to thee hereC
There's a prayer in my heart to the wise one aboveF
To be made like a child in belief and in loveF
O ever when gladly this gay world would winU
With its tinselled allurements thy young heart to sinU
Turn away from the light of its illusive glareS
And seek in temptation thy refuge of pray'rT
Uncorrupted in heart and a stranger to woeJ
With the garland of love green and bright on thy browR
Mayn't thou journey through life and thy voice still retainB
Its heav'n given sweetness to sooth grief and painB

Owen Suffolk



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