Holy Thursday (experience) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDEA FGHG FIGI

Is this a holy thing to seeA
In a rich and fruitful landB
Babes reduced to miseryA
Fed with cold and usurous handB
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Is that trembling cry a songC
Can it be a song of joyD
And so many children poorE
It is a land of povertyA
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And their sun does never shineF
And their fields are bleak amp bareG
And their ways are fill'd with thornsH
It is eternal winter thereG
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For where e'er the sun does shineF
And where e'er the rain does fallI
Babe can never hunger thereG
Nor poverty the mind appallI

William Blake



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