Lines On The Death Of A Young Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFG HHIIJJKK LLMMNOPP HHQQHHII RRSSTTUUVV| A voice missed by the dear home hearth | A |
| A voice of music and gentle mirth | B |
| A voice whose lingering sweetness long | C |
| Will float through many a Sabbath song | C |
| And many a hallowed evening hymn | D |
| Tenderly breathed in the twilight dim | D |
| But that missing voice with a richer tone | E |
| Is heard in the anthems before the throne | E |
| And another voice and another lyre | F |
| Are added now to the angel choir | G |
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| There's a missing face when the board is spread | H |
| There's a vacant seat at the table's head | H |
| A watchful eye and a helpful hand | I |
| That will come no more to that broken band | I |
| But she sits to day at the board above | J |
| In the tender light of a holier love | J |
| And the kindling eye and the beaming face | K |
| At the feast on high hold a nobler place | K |
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| A form is missed in the hour of prayer | L |
| At the altar now there's an empty chair | L |
| Where one lonely pleader hath scarcely won | M |
| Strength e'en yet for Thy will be done | M |
| But that missing form in its saintly dress | N |
| Of Christ's unsullied righteousness | O |
| Bows with worshipful accents sweet | P |
| Where angels bow at the Saviour's feet | P |
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| A step is missed by the cradle bed | H |
| Where an infant nestles its sleeping head | H |
| Smiling perchance in his baby rest | Q |
| Deeming his pillow her gentle breast | Q |
| But the feet that moved with a soundless tread | H |
| In the calm still night by that cradle bed | H |
| Beyond the waters of death now stand | I |
| Mid the fadeless flowers of the Heavenly land | I |
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| O heart sore pierced by the fatal dart | R |
| O wounded suffering bleeding heart | R |
| More than all others doomed to miss | S |
| The glance the accent the smile the kiss | S |
| Nothing is lost that you miss to day | T |
| Not even the beautiful death cold clay | T |
| But Jesus guards it with watchful eye | U |
| Soon to restore it no more to die | U |
| Clothed in the bloom of immortal life | V |
| The sinless mother the sainted wife | V |
Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)
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