Little Popeet - The Lost Child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DEFF GGHH IIJK LLMM NNOP IIQN RROO PONN NNII NNSS| Near by the silent waters of the Mediterranean | A |
| And at the door of an old hut stood a coloured man | B |
| Whose dress was oriental in style and poor with wear | C |
| While adown his furrowed cheeks ran many a tear | C |
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| And the poor coloured man seemed very discontent | D |
| And his grief overcame him at this moment | E |
| And he wrung his hands in agony wild | F |
| And he cried Oh help me great God to find my child | F |
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| And Ada my dear wife but now she is dead | G |
| Which fills my poor heart with sorrow and dread | G |
| She was a very loving wife but of her I'm bereft | H |
| And I and my lost child are only left | H |
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| And alas I know not where to find my boy | I |
| Who is dear to me and my only joy | I |
| But with the help of God I will find him | J |
| And this day in search of him I will begin | K |
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| So Medoo leaves Turkey and goes to France | L |
| Expecting to find his boy there perhaps by chance | L |
| And while there in Paris he was told | M |
| His boy by an Arab had been sold | M |
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| To a company of French players that performed in the street | N |
| Which was sad news to hear about his boy Popeet | N |
| And while searching for him and making great moan | O |
| He was told he was ill and in Madame Mercy's Home | P |
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| Then away went Medoo with his heart full of joy | I |
| To gaze upon the face of his long lost boy | I |
| Who had been treated by the players mercilessly | Q |
| But was taken to the home of Madame Celeste | N |
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| She was a member of the players and the leader's wife | R |
| And she loved the boy Popeet as dear as her life | R |
| Because she had no children of her own | O |
| And for the poor ill treated boy often she did moan | O |
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| And when Popeet's father visited the Home | P |
| He was shown into a room where Popeet lay alone | O |
| Pale and emaciated in his little bed | N |
| And when his father saw him he thought he was dead | N |
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| And when Popeet saw his father he lept out of bed | N |
| And only that his father caught him he'd been killed dead | N |
| And his father cried Popeet my own darling boy | I |
| Thank God I've found you and my heart's full of joy | I |
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| Then Madame Mercy's tears fell thick and fast | N |
| When she saw that Popeet had found his father at last | N |
| Then poor Popeet was taken home without delay | S |
| And lived happy with his father for many a day | S |
William Topaz Mcgonagall
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