A Lesson In Humility Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBABA CDEFDE

'Tis time my soul thou shouldst be purged of prideA
What men are these with thee whose ill deeds doneB
Make thee thus shrink from them and be deniedA
They are but as thou art each mother's sonB
A convict in transgression Here is oneB
Sayest thou who struck his fellow and he diedA
And yet he weeps hot tears Do thy tears runB
This other thieved yet clasps Christ crucifiedA
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Where is thy greater virtue Thinkest thou sinC
Is but crime's record on the judgment seatD
Or must thou wait for death to be bowed downE
Oh for a righteous reading which should joinF
Thy deeds together in an accusing sheetD
And leave thee if thou couldst to face men's frownE

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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