The Philanthropic Society.[1] Inscribed To The Duke Of Leeds. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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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

The Philanthropic Society.[1] Inscribed To The Duke Of Leeds. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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