The Healer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII BABAJJ| Tuberculosis should not be | A |
| The old professor said | B |
| If folks would hearken unto me | A |
| 'Twould save a million dead | B |
| Nay no consumptive needs to die | C |
| A cure have I | C |
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| From blood of turtle I've distilled | D |
| An elixir of worth | E |
| Let every sufferer be thrilled | D |
| And sing for joy of earth | E |
| Yet every doctor turns his back | F |
| And calls me quack | F |
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| Alas They do not want to cure | G |
| For sickness is their meat | H |
| So persecution I endure | G |
| And die in dark defeat | H |
| Ye lungers listen to my call | I |
| I'll save you all | I |
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| The old Professor now is dead | B |
| And turtles of the sea | A |
| Knowing their blood they need not shed | B |
| Are festive in their glee | A |
| While sanitoriums are crammed | J |
| With legions dammed | J |
Robert Service
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