Epistle To The Labouring Poor. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABAB CCCDCD EEEFEF GGGHGG BBBIBI GGGGGG JJKLKL MMMGMG GGGAGA NNOGNG GGGPGP GGGQGQ GGGRGR SSSGSG GGGTGT GGGUGU VWXYWY ZZZGA2G GGGRGR| All you who turn the sturdy soil | A |
| Or ply the loom with daily toil | A |
| And lowly on through life turmoil | A |
| For scanty fare | B |
| Attend and gather richest spoil | A |
| To soothe your care | B |
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| I write with tender feeling heart | C |
| Then kindly read what I impart | C |
| 'Tis freely penned devoid of art | C |
| In homely style | D |
| 'Tis meant to ward off Satan's dart | C |
| And show his guile | D |
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| I write to ope your sin closed eyes | E |
| And make you great and rich and wise | E |
| And give you peace when trials rise | E |
| And sorrows gloom | F |
| I write to fit you for the skies | E |
| On Day of Doom | F |
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| What though you dwell in lowly cot | G |
| And share through life a humble lot | G |
| Some thousands wealth and fame have got | G |
| Yet know no rest | H |
| They build pull down and scheme and plot | G |
| And die unblest | G |
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| Your mean attire and scanty fare | B |
| Are doubtless springs of bitter care | B |
| Expose you blushing trembling bare | B |
| To haughty scorn | I |
| Yet murmur not in black despair | B |
| Nor weep forlorn | I |
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| You see that lordling glittering ride | G |
| In all the pomp of wealth and pride | G |
| With lady lolling at his side | G |
| And train attendant | G |
| 'Tis all when felt and fairly tried | G |
| But care resplendent | G |
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| As riches grow his wants increase | J |
| His passions burn and gnaw his peace | J |
| Ambition foams like raging seas | K |
| And breaks the rein | L |
| Excess produces pale disease | K |
| And racking pain | L |
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| Compared with him thrice happy you | M |
| Though small your stock your wants are few | M |
| Each wild desire your toils subdue | M |
| And sweeten rest | G |
| Remove all fancied ills from view | M |
| And calm your breast | G |
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| Your labours give the coarsest food | G |
| A relish sweet and cleanse the blood | G |
| Make cheerful health in spring tide flood | G |
| Incessant boil | A |
| And seldom restless thoughts obtrude | G |
| On daily toil | A |
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| Those relish least who proudly own | N |
| Rich groves and parks familiar grown | N |
| The gazing stranger passing on | O |
| Enjoys them most | G |
| The toy possessed the pleasure's flown | N |
| For ever lost | G |
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| Then grateful let each murmur die | G |
| And joyous wipe the tearful eye | G |
| Erect a palace in the sky | G |
| Be rich in grace | P |
| Loathe this vain world and longing sigh | G |
| For Jesu's face | P |
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| Both rich and poor who serve not God | G |
| But live in sin averse to good | G |
| Rejecting Christ's atoning blood | G |
| Midst hellish shoals | Q |
| Shall welter in that fiery flood | G |
| Which hissing rolls | Q |
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| But all who worship God aright | G |
| In Christ His Son and image bright | G |
| With minds illumed by Gospel light | G |
| Shall find the way | R |
| That leads to bliss and take their flight | G |
| To heavenly day | R |
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| There rich and poor and high and low | S |
| Nor sin nor pain nor sorrow know | S |
| There Christ with one eternal glow | S |
| Gives life and light | G |
| There streams of pleasure ever flow | S |
| And pure delight | G |
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| Christ says to all with sin oppressed | G |
| Come here and taste of heavenly rest | G |
| Receive Me as your friendly guest | G |
| Into your cots | T |
| In Me you shall be rich and blest | G |
| Though mean your lots | T |
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| Behold My hands My feet My side | G |
| All crimsoned with the bloody tide | G |
| For you I wept and bled and died | G |
| And rose again | U |
| And throned at My Father's side | G |
| Now plead amain | U |
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| Repent and enter Mercy's door | V |
| And though you dwell in cots obscure | W |
| All guilty ragged hungry poor | X |
| I give in love | Y |
| A crown of gold and pardon sure | W |
| To each above | Y |
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| Then hear the kind inviting voice | Z |
| Believing in the Lord rejoice | Z |
| Your souls will hymn the happy choice | Z |
| To God on high | G |
| Whilst joyful angels swell the noise | A2 |
| Throughout the sky | G |
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| A fond farewell each cottage friend | G |
| To Jesu's love I would commend | G |
| Your souls and bodies to the end | G |
| Of life's rough way | R |
| Then death subdued may you ascend | G |
| To endless day | R |
Patrick Bronte
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