Child Thoughts Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB BCBCDEED FGFGHAAA AIAIAJJA KLKLAAAA M MNOAAO PQPQRSSR EBTBUAAUWRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVER | A |
SARY OF MY BROTHER TOM 'S BIRTHDAY | B |
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O memory take my hand to day | B |
And lead me thro' the darkened bridge | C |
Washed by the wild Atlantic spray | B |
And spanning many a wind swept ridge | C |
Of sorrow grief of love and joy | D |
Of youthful hopes and manly fears | E |
O let me cross the bridge of years | E |
And see myself again a boy | D |
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The shadows pass I see the light | F |
O morning light how clear and strong | G |
My native skies are smiling bright | F |
No more I grope my way along | G |
It comes the murmur of the tide | H |
Upon my ear I hear the cry | A |
Of wandering sea birds as they fly | A |
In trooping squadrons far and near | A |
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The breeze that blows o'er Mullaghmore | A |
I feel against my boyish cheek | I |
The white walled huts that strew the shore | A |
From Castlegal to old Belleek | I |
The fisher folk of Donegal | A |
Kindly of heart and strong of arm | J |
Who plough the ocean's treacherous farm | J |
How plainly I behold them all | A |
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The thrush's song the blackbird's note | K |
The wren within the hawthorn hedge | L |
The robin 's swelling vibrant throat | K |
The leveret crouching in the sedge | L |
In those dear days ah what was school | A |
When Nature made our pulses thrill | A |
The lessons we remember still | A |
Were learnt at Nature's own footstool | A |
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'The hounds are out the beagles chase | M |
Along the slopes of Tawley 's plain ' | - |
I rise and follow in the race | M |
Till fox or hare or both are slain | N |
With heart ablaze I loose the reins | O |
Of all my childish fierce desire | A |
My faith 't is Ireland plants the fire | A |
And iron in her children's veins | O |
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The mountain linnet whistles sweet | P |
Among the gorse of summer time | Q |
As up the hill with eager feet | P |
The sun of morning sees me climb | Q |
Until at last I sink to rest | R |
Where heatherbells swing to the tune | S |
That Benbo breezes softly croon | S |
A tired child on the mother's breast | R |
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And now in wisdom's riper years | E |
Ah wisdom what a price we pay | B |
Of sorrow grief of smiles and tears | T |
Before we reach that wiser day | B |
We meet to greet in joy and mirth | U |
The white haired parent of us all | A |
Our childhood's memories to recall | A |
And bless the land that gave us birth | U |
William Henry Drummond
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