The Blind Girl Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 79 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 1 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

Kind Christians pray list to me	A
And I'll relate a sad story	A
Concerning a little blind girl only nine years of age	B
Who lived with her father in a lonely cottage	C
	-
Poor girl she had never seen the blessed light of day	D
Nor the beautiful fields of corn and hay	D
Nor the sparrows that lifted their heads at early morn	E
To bright Sol that does the hills adorn	E
	-
And near the cottage door there was an elm tree	A
But that stunted elm tree she never did see	A
Yet her little heart sometimes felt gay	D
As she listened to the thrushes that warbled the live long day	D
	-
And she would talk to the wren when alone	F
And to the wren she would her loneliness bemoan	F
And say Dear little wren come again to morrow	G
Now be sure and come your singing will chase away my sorrow	G
	-
She was motherless but she had a drunken father	H
Who in his savage moods drank all he could gather	H
And would often cruelly beat her until she would cry	I
Dear father if you beat me I will surely die	I
	-
She spent the days in getting ready her father's food	J
Which was truly for her drunken father's good	K
But one night he came home reeling drunk	L
And the poor child's heart with fear sunk	L
	-
And he cried You were at the door when I came up the lane	M
Take that you good for nothing slut you're to blame	N
For not having my supper ready you will find	O
That's no excuse Sarah because you are blind	O
	-
And with a stick he struck her as he spoke	P
Across the shoulders until the stick almost broke	P
Crying aloud I'll teach you better you little sneak	Q
And with the beating Sarah's heart was like to break	R
	-
Poor little Sarah had never seen the snow	G
She knew it was beautiful white some children told her so	G
And in December when the snow began to fall	S
She would go to the door and make a snowball	S
	-
One day she'd been very cheerless and alone	F
Poor child and so cold almost chilled to the bone	F
For her father had spent his wages in drink	T
And for want of fire she was almost at death's brink	T
	-
Her face was pinched with hunger but she never complained	U
And her little feet with cold were chilblained	U
And her father that day had not come home for dinner	H
And the dull grey sky was all of a shimmer	H
	-
So poor Sarah was very sick when her father came home	V
So bad little dear that she did sigh and moan	F
And when her father saw her in bed	U
He was heart stricken with fear and dread	U
	-
So within a few days poor Sarah did die	U
And for the loss of Sarah the drunken father did cry	U
So the loss of his child soon converted him	W
From drinking either whiskey rum or gin	X

William Topaz Mcgonagall

The Blind Girl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about The Blind Girl poem by William Topaz Mcgonagall

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets