The Philanthropic Society.[1] Inscribed To The Duke Of Leeds. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHAIJJKK LLMMLLLLNOLLPPQQRSTT QQUULLVVWWXXQQYZA2A2 JJB2B2C2C2B2B2D2D2LL E2E2QQLLIIF2G2QQQQAI QQAAQQLLQQQQD2D2H2H2 QQLLE2E2QQAALLQQA2A2 QQE2E2QQB2B2QQLLE2E2 LLI2I2B2B2QQQQJ2J2E2 E2QQK2K2L2L2E2E2I2I2 QQM2EE2E2I2I2QQN2N2O 2O2FGQQQQQQA2A2C2C2P 2P2Q2Q2QQJ2J2R2R2QQO 2O2| When Want with wasted mien and haggard eye | A |
| Retires in silence to her cell to die | A |
| When o'er her child she hangs with speechless dread | B |
| Faint and despairing of to morrow's bread | B |
| Who shall approach to bid the conflict cease | C |
| And to her parting spirit whisper peace | C |
| Who thee poor infant that with aspect bland | D |
| Dost stretch forth innocent thy helpless hand | D |
| Shall pitying then protect when thou art thrown | E |
| On the world's waste unfriended and alone | E |
| O hapless Infancy if aught could move | F |
| The hardest heart to pity and to love | G |
| 'Twere surely found in thee dim passions mark | H |
| Stern manhood's brow where age impresses dark | H |
| The stealing line of sorrow but thine eye | A |
| Wears not distrust or grief or perfidy | I |
| Though fortune's storms with dismal shadow lower | J |
| Thy heart nor fears nor feels the bitter shower | J |
| Thy tear is soon forgotten thou wilt weep | K |
| And then the murmuring winds will hush thy sleep | K |
| As 'twere with some sad music and thy smiles | L |
| Unlike to those that cover cruel wiles | L |
| Plead best thy speechless innocence and lend | M |
| A charm might win the world to be thy friend | M |
| But thou art oft abandoned in thy smiles | L |
| And early vice thy easy heart beguiles | L |
| Oh for some voice that of the secret maze | L |
| Where the grim passions lurk the winding ways | L |
| That lead to sin and ruth and deep lament | N |
| Might haply warn thee whilst yet innocent | O |
| And beauteous as the spring time o'er the hills | L |
| Advancing when each vale glad music fills | L |
| Else lost and wandering the benighted mind | P |
| No spot of rest again shall ever find | P |
| Then the sweet smiles that erst enchanting laid | Q |
| Their magic beauty on thy look shall fade | Q |
| Then the bird's warbled song no more shall cheer | R |
| With morning music thy delighted ear | S |
| Fell thoughts and muttering passions shall awake | T |
| And the fair rose the sullied cheek forsake | T |
| As when still Autumn's gradual gloom is laid | Q |
| Far o'er the fading forest's saddened shade | Q |
| A mournful gleam illumines the cold hill | U |
| Yet palely wandering o'er the distant rill | U |
| But when the hollow gust slow rising raves | L |
| And high the pine on yon lone summit waves | L |
| Each milder charm like pictures of a dream | V |
| Hath perished mute the birds and dark the stream | V |
| Scuds the dreer sleet upon the whirlwind borne | W |
| And scowls the landscape clouded and forlorn | W |
| So fades so perishes frail Virtue's hue | X |
| Her last and lingering smile seems but to rue | X |
| Like autumn every summer beauty reft | Q |
| Till all is dark and to the winter left | Q |
| Yet spring with living touch shall paint again | Y |
| The green leaved forest and the purple plain | Z |
| With mingling melody the woods shall ring | A2 |
| The whispering breeze its long lost incense fling | A2 |
| But Innocence when once thy tender flower | J |
| The sickly taint has touched where is the power | J |
| That shall bring back its fragrance or restore | B2 |
| The tints of loveliness that shine no more | B2 |
| How then for thee who pinest in life's gloom | C2 |
| Abandoned child can hope or virtue bloom | C2 |
| For thee exposed amid the desert drear | B2 |
| Which no glad gales or vernal sunbeams cheer | B2 |
| Though some there are who lift their head sublime | D2 |
| Nor heed the transient storms of fate or time | D2 |
| Too oft alas beneath unfriendly skies | L |
| The tender blossom shrinks its leaves and dies | L |
| Go struggle with thy fate pursue thy way | E2 |
| Though thou art poor the world around is gay | E2 |
| Thou hast no bread but on thy aching sight | Q |
| Proud luxury's pavilions glitter bright | Q |
| In thy cold ear the song of gladness swells | L |
| Whilst vacant folly chimes her tinkling bells | L |
| The careless crowd prolong their hollow glee | I |
| Nor one relenting bosom thinks of thee | I |
| Will not the indignant spirit then rebel | F2 |
| And the dark tide of passions fearful swell | G2 |
| Will not despight perhaps or bitter need | Q |
| Urge then thy temper to some direful deed | Q |
| Pale Guilt shall call thee to her ghastly band | Q |
| Or Murder welcome thee with reeking hand | Q |
| O wretched state where our best feelings lie | A |
| Deep sunk in sullen hopeless apathy | I |
| Or wakeful cares or gloomy terrors start | Q |
| And night and tempest mingle in the heart | Q |
| All mournful to the pensive sage's eye | A |
| The monuments of human glory lie | A |
| Fall'n palaces crushed by the ruthless haste | Q |
| Of time and many an empire's silent waste | Q |
| Where 'midst the vale of long departed years | L |
| The form of desolation dim appears | L |
| Pointing to the wild plain with ruin spread | Q |
| The wrecks of age and records of the dead | Q |
| But where a sight shall shuddering sorrow find | Q |
| Sad as the ruins of the human mind | Q |
| As Man by his GREAT MAKER raised sublime | D2 |
| Amid the universe ordained to climb | D2 |
| The arduous height where Virtue sits serene | H2 |
| As Man the high lord of this nether scene | H2 |
| So fall'n so lost his noblest boast destroyed | Q |
| His sweet affections left a piteous void | Q |
| But oh sweet Charity what sounds were those | L |
| That met the listening ear soft as the close | L |
| Of distant music when the hum of day | E2 |
| Is hushed and dying gales the airs convey | E2 |
| Come hapless orphans meek Compassion cried | Q |
| Where'er unsheltered outcasts ye abide | Q |
| The bitter driving wind the freezing sky | A |
| The oppressor's scourge the proud man's contumely | A |
| Come hapless orphans ye who never saw | L |
| A tear of kindness shed on your cold straw | L |
| Who never met with joy the morning light | Q |
| Or lisped your little prayer of peace at night | Q |
| Come hapless orphans nor when youth should spring | A2 |
| Soaring aloft as on an eagle's wing | A2 |
| Shall ye forsaken on the ground be left | Q |
| Of hope of virtue and of peace bereft | Q |
| Far from the springtide gale and joyous day | E2 |
| In the deep caverns of Despair ye lay | E2 |
| She iron hearted mother never pressed | Q |
| Your wasted forms with transport to her breast | Q |
| When none o'er all the world your 'plaint would hear | B2 |
| She never kissed away the falling tear | B2 |
| Or fondly smiled forgetful to behold | Q |
| Some infant grace its early charm unfold | Q |
| She ne'er with mingling hopes and rising fears | L |
| Sighed for the fortune of your future years | L |
| Or saw you hand in hand rejoicing stray | E2 |
| Beneath the morning sun on youth's delightful way | E2 |
| But happier scenes invite and fairer skies | L |
| From your dark bed children of woe arise | L |
| In caves where peace ne'er smiled where joy ne'er came | I2 |
| Where Friendship's eye ne'er glistened at the name | I2 |
| Of one she loved where famine and despair | B2 |
| Sat silent 'mid the damp and lurid air | B2 |
| The soothing voice is heard a beam of light | Q |
| Is cast upon their features sunk and white | Q |
| With trembling joy they catch the stealing sound | Q |
| Their famished little ones come smiling round | Q |
| Sweet Infancy whom all the world forsook | J2 |
| Thou hast put on again thy cherub look | J2 |
| Guilt shrinking at the sight in deep dismay | E2 |
| Flies cowering and resigns his wonted prey | E2 |
| But who is she in garb of misery clad | Q |
| Yet of less vulgar mien A look so sad | Q |
| The mourning maniac wears so wild yet meek | K2 |
| A beam of joy now wanders o'er her cheek | K2 |
| The pale eye visiting it leaves it soon | L2 |
| As fade the dewy glances of the moon | L2 |
| Upon some wandering cloud while slow the ray | E2 |
| Retires and leaves more dark the heaven's wide way | E2 |
| Lost mother early doomed to guilt and shame | I2 |
| Whose friends of youth now sigh not o'er thy name | I2 |
| Heavy has sorrow fall'n upon thy head | Q |
| Yet think one hope remains when thou art dead | Q |
| Thy houseless child thy only little one | M2 |
| Shall not look round defenceless and alone | E |
| For one to guide her youth nor with dismay | E2 |
| Each stranger's cold unfeeling look survey | E2 |
| She shall not now be left a prey to shame | I2 |
| Whilst slow disease preys on her faded frame | I2 |
| Nor when the bloom of innocence is fled | Q |
| Thus fainting bow her unprotected head | Q |
| Oh she shall live and Piety and Truth | N2 |
| The loveliest ornaments shall grace her youth | N2 |
| And should her eye with softest lustre shine | O2 |
| And should she wear such smiles as once were thine | O2 |
| The smiles of peace and virtue they shall prove | F |
| Blessing the calm abode of faithful love | G |
| For ye who thus by pure compassion taught | Q |
| Have wept o'er human sorrows who have sought | Q |
| Want's dismal cell and pale as from the dead | Q |
| To life and light the speechless orphan led | Q |
| Trust that the deed in Mercy's book enrolled | Q |
| Approving spirits of the just behold | Q |
| Meanwhile new virtues here as on the wing | A2 |
| Of morn from Sorrow's dreary shades shall spring | A2 |
| Young Modesty with fair untainted bloom | C2 |
| And Industry that sings beside her loom | C2 |
| And ruddy Labour issuing from his hatch | P2 |
| Ere the slant sunbeam strikes the lowly thatch | P2 |
| And sweet Contentment smiling on a rock | Q2 |
| Like a fair shepherdess beside her flock | Q2 |
| And tender Love that hastes with myrtle braid | Q |
| To bind the tresses of the favoured maid | Q |
| And Piety with unclasped holy book | J2 |
| Lifting to heaven her mildly beaming look | J2 |
| These village virtues on the plain shall throng | R2 |
| And Albion's hills resound a cheerful song | R2 |
| Whilst Charity with dewy eyelids bland | Q |
| Leading a lisping infant in her hand | Q |
| Shall bend at pure Religion's holy shrine | O2 |
| And say These children GOD OF LOVE are thine | O2 |
William Lisle Bowles
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