The Irish Cabin Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Irish Cabin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Should poverty modest and clean	A
E'er please when presented to view	B
Should cabin on brown heath or green	A
Disclose aught engaging to you	B
Should Erin's wild harp soothe the ear	C
When touched by such fingers as mine	D
Then kindly attentive draw near	E
And candidly ponder each line	D
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One day when December's keen breath	F
Arrested the sweet running rill	G
And Nature seemed frozen in death	F
I thoughtfully strolled o'er the hill	G
The mustering clouds wore a frown	H
The mountains were covered with snow	I
And Winter his mantle of brown	H
Had spread o'er the landscape below	I
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Thick rattling the footsteps were heard	J
Of peasants far down in the vale	K
From lakes bogs and marshes debarred	J
The wild fowl aloft on the gale	K
Loud gabbling and screaming were borne	L
Whilst thundering guns hailed the day	J
And hares sought the thicket forlorn	L
Or wounded ran over the way	J
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No music was heard in the grove	M
The blackbird and linnet and thrush	N
And goldfinch and sweet cooing dove	O
Sat pensively mute in the bush	P
The leaves that once wove a green shade	J
Lay withered in heaps on the ground	J
Chill Winter through grove wood and glade	J
Spread sad desolation around	J
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But now the keen north wind 'gan whistle	Q
And gusty swept over the sky	R
Each hair frozen stood like a bristle	Q
And night thickened fast on the eye	R
In swift wheeling eddies the snow	I
Fell mingling and drifting amain	I
And soon all distinction laid low	I
As whitening it covered the plain	I
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A light its pale ray faintly shot	J
The snow flakes its splendour had shorn	I
It came from a neighbouring cot	J
Some called it the Cabin of Mourne	I
A neat Irish Cabin snow proof	S
Well thatched had a good earthen floor	T
One chimney in midst of the roof	S
One window and one latched door	T
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Escaped from the pitiless storm	U
I entered the humble retreat	J
Compact was the building and warm	U
Its furniture simple and neat	J
And now gentle reader approve	V
The ardour that glowed in each breast	J
As kindly our cottagers strove	M
To cherish and welcome their guest	J
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The dame nimbly rose from her wheel	W
And brushed off the powdery snow	I
Her daughter forsaking the reel	W
Ran briskly the cinders to blow	I
The children who sat on the hearth	X
Leaped up without murmur or frown	I
An oaken stool quickly brought forth	Y
And smilingly bade me sit down	I
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Whilst grateful sensations of joy	Z
O'er all my fond bosom were poured	J
Resumed was each former employ	Z
And gay thrifty order restored	J
The blaze flickered up to the crook	A2
The reel clicked again by the door	T
The dame turned her wheel in the nook	A2
And frisked the sweet babes round the floor	T
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Released from the toils of the barn	I
His thrifty blithe wife hailed the sire	B2
And hanging his flail by her yarn	I
He drew up his stool to the fire	B2
Then smoothing his brow with his hand	J
As if he would sweep away sorrow	I
He says Let us keep God's command	J
And never take thought for the morrow	I
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Brisk turning him round with a smile	C2
And freedom unblended by art	J
And affable manners and style	C2
Though simple that reached to my heart	J
He said whilst with ardour he glowed	J
Kind sir we are poor yet we're blest	J
We're all in the steep narrow road	J
That leads to the city of rest	J
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'Tis true I must toil all the day	J
And oft suffer cold through the night	J
Though silvered all over with grey	J
And dimly declining my sight	J
And sometimes our raiment and food	J
Are scanty ah scanty indeed	J
But all work together for good	J
So in my blest Bible I read	J
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I also have seen in that Book	A2
Perhaps you can tell me the place	D2
How God on poor sinners does look	A2
In pity and gives them His grace	D2
Yea gives them His grace in vast store	T
Sufficient to help them quite through	B
Though troubles should whelm them all o'er	B2
And sure this sweet promise is true	B
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Yes true as the snow blows without	J
And winds whistle keen through the air	E2
His grace can remove every doubt	J
And chase the black gloom of despair	E2
It often supports my weak mind	J
And wipes the salt tear from my eye	R
It tells me that Jesus is kind	J
And died for such sinners as I	R
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I once rolled in wealth without grace	D2
But happiness ne'er was my lot	J
Till Christ freely pitied my case	D2
And now I am blest in a cot	J
Well knowing things earthly are vain	I
Their troubles ne'er puzzle my head	J
Convinced that to die will be gain	I
I look on the grave as my bed	J
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I look on the grave as my bed	J
Where I'll sleep the swift hours away	J
Till waked from their slumbers the dead	J
Shall rise never more to decay	J
Then I with my children and wife	F2
Shall get a bright palace above	O
And endlessly clothed with life	F2
Shall dwell in the Eden of love	O
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Then know gentle stranger though poor	G2
We're cheerful contented and blest	J
Though princes should pass by our door	T
King Jesus is ever our guest	J
We feel and we taste and we see	H2
The pleasures which flow from our Lord	J
And fearless and wealthy and free	H2
We live on the joys of His word	J
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He ceased and a big tear of joy	Z
Rolled glittering down to the ground	J
Whilst all having dropped their employ	Z
Were buried in silence profound	J
A sweet solemn pause long ensued	J
Each bosom o'erflowed with delight	J
Then heavenly converse renewed	J
Beguiled the dull season of night	J
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We talked of the rough narrow way	J
That leads to the kingdom of rest	J
On Pisgah we stood to survey	J
The King in His holiness dressed	J
Even Jesus the crucified King	I2
Whose blood in rich crimson does flow	I
Clean washing the crimson of sin	I
And rinsing it whiter that snow	I
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But later and later it's wearing	I2
And supper they cheerfully bring	I2
The mealy potato and herring	I2
And water just fresh from the spring	I2
They press and they smile we sit down	I
First praying the Father of Love	O
Our table with blessings to crown	I
And feed us with bread from above	O
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The wealthy and bloated may sneer	E
And sicken o'er luxury's dishes	J2
And loathe the poor cottager's cheer	E
And melt in the heat of their wishes	K2
But luxury's sons are unblest	J
A prey to each giddy desire	B2
And hence where they never know rest	J
They sink in unquenchable fire	B2
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Not so the poor cottager's lot	J
Who travels the Zion ward road	J
He's blest in his neat little cot	J
He's rich in the favour of God	J
By faith he surmounts every wave	L2
That rolls on this sea of distress	M2
Triumphant he dives in the grave	L2
To rise on the ocean of bliss	N2
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Now supper is o'er and we raise	O2
Our prayers to the Father of light	J
And joyfully hymning His praise	O2
We lovingly bid a good night	J
The ground's white the sky's cloudless blue	B
The breeze flutters keen through the air	E2
The stars twinkle bright on my view	B
As I to my mansion repair	E2
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All peace my dear cottage be thine	I
Nor think that I'll treat you with scorn	I
Whoever reads verses of mine	I
Shall hear of the Cabin of Mourne	I
And had I but musical strains	P2
Though humble and mean in your station	I
You should smile whilst the world remains	P2
The pride of the fair Irish Nation	I
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In friendship fair Erin you glow	I
Offended you quickly forgive	Q2
Your courage is known to each foe	I
Yet foes on your bounty might live	R2
Some faults you however must own	I
Dissensions impetuous zeal	W
And wild prodigality grown	I
Too big for your income and weal	W
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Ah Erin if you would be great	J
And happy and wealthy and wise	S2
And trample your sorrows elate	J
Contend for our cottager's prize	S2
So error and vice shall decay	J
And concord add bliss to renown	I
And you shall gleam brighter than day	J
The gem of the fair British Crown	I