To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First-born Child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLL MMNN| Young mother proudly throbs thine heart and well may it rejoice | A |
| Well may'st thou raise to Heaven above in grateful prayer thy voice | A |
| A gift hath been bestowed on thee a gift of priceless worth | B |
| Far dearer to thy woman's heart than all the wealth of earth | B |
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| What store of deep and holy joy is opened to thy thought | C |
| Glad sunny dreams of future days with bliss and rapture fraught | C |
| Of hopes as varied yet as bright as beams of April sun | D |
| And plans and wishes centred all within thy darling one | D |
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| While others seek in changing scenes earth's happiness to gain | E |
| In fashion's halls to win a joy as dazzling as 'tis vain | E |
| A bliss more holy far is thine far sweeter and more deep | F |
| To watch beside thine infant's couch and bend above his sleep | F |
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| What joy for thee to ling'ring gaze within those cloudless eyes | G |
| Turning upon thee with a glance of such sweet strange surprise | G |
| Or press a mother's loving kiss upon that fair white brow | H |
| Of all earth's weight of sin and care and pain unconscious now | H |
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| Then as thy loved one's sleeping breath so softly fans thy cheek | I |
| And gazing on that tiny form so lovely yet so weak | I |
| A dream comes o'er thee of the time when nobly at thy side | J |
| Thy cherished son shall proudly stand in manhood's lofty pride | J |
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| Yet a sad change steals slowly o'er thy tender loving eye | K |
| Thou twin'st him closer to thy heart with fond and anxious sigh | K |
| Feeling however bright his course he too must suff'ring know | L |
| Like all earth's children taste alike life's cup of care and woe | L |
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| But oh it lies within thy power to give to him a spell | M |
| To guard him in the darkest hour from sorrow safe and well | M |
| Thou'lt find it in the narrow path the great and good have trod | N |
| And thou thyself wilt teach it him the knowledge of his God | N |
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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