The Sprig Of Moss Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BBCC DDEE FFCC GHII JJKL MMCC DNOO PPQQ RSTT UUVV WWGX GHYY CCZA2 HGFO OOB2B2 OOOO OOC2C2| A | |
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| There lived in Munich a poor weakly youth | B |
| But for the exact date I cannot vouch for the truth | B |
| And of seven of a family he was the elder | C |
| Who was named by his parents Alois Senefelder | C |
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| But poor fellow at home his father was lying dead | D |
| And his little brothers and sisters were depending upon him for bread | D |
| And one evening he was dismissed from his employment | E |
| Which put an end to all his peace and enjoyment | E |
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| The poor lad was almost mad and the next day | F |
| His parent's remains to the cemetery were taken away | F |
| And when his father was buried distracted like he grew | C |
| And he strolled through the streets crying What shall I do | C |
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| And all night he wandered on sad and alone | G |
| Until he began to think of returning home | H |
| But to his surprise on raising his head to look around | I |
| He was in a part of the country which to him was unknown ground | I |
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| And when night came on the poor lad stood aghast | J |
| For all was hushed save the murmuring of a river which flowed past | J |
| And the loneliness around seemed to fill his heart with awe | K |
| And with fatigue he sat down on the first stone he saw | L |
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| And there resting his elbows and head on his knees | M |
| He sat gazing at the running water which did him please | M |
| And by the light of the stars which shone on the water blue | C |
| He cried I will drown myself and bid this harsh world adieu | C |
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| Besides I'm good for nothing to himself he said | D |
| And will only become a burden to my mother I'm afraid | N |
| And there at the bottom of that water said he | O |
| From all my misfortunes death will set me free | O |
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| But happily for Alois more pious thoughts rushed into his mind | P |
| And courage enough to drown himself he couldn't find | P |
| So he resolved to go home again whatever did betide | Q |
| And he asked forgiveness of his Creator by the river side | Q |
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| And as he knelt a few incoherent words escaped him | R |
| And the thought of drowning himself he considered a great sin | S |
| And the more he thought of it he felt his flesh creep | T |
| But in a few minutes he fell fast asleep | T |
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| And he slept soundly for the stillness wasn't broke | U |
| And the day was beginning to dawn before he awoke | U |
| Then suddenly he started up as if in a fright | V |
| And he saw very near him a little stone smooth and white | V |
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| Upon which was traced the delicate design of a Sprig of Moss | W |
| But to understand such a design he was at a loss | W |
| Then he recollected the Sprig of Moss lying on the stone | G |
| And with his tears he'd moistened it but it was gone | X |
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| But its imprint was delicately imprinted on the stone | G |
| Then taking the stone under his arm he resolved to go home | H |
| Saying God has reserved me for some other thing | Y |
| And with joy he couldn't tell how he began to sing | Y |
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| And on drawing near the city he met his little brother | C |
| Who told him his uncle had visited his mother | C |
| And on beholding their misery had left them money to buy food | Z |
| Then Alois cried Thank God the news is good | A2 |
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| Then 'twas on the first day after Alois came home | H |
| He began the printing of the Sprig of Moss on the stone | G |
| And by taking the impressions of watch cases he discovered one day | F |
| What is now called the art of Lithography | O |
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| So Alois plodded on making known his great discovery | O |
| Until he obtained the notice of the Royal Academy | O |
| Besides he obtained a gold Medal and what was more dear to his heart | B2 |
| He lived to see the wide extension of his art | B2 |
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| And when life's prospects may at times appear dreary to ye | O |
| Remember Alois Senefelder the discoverer of Lithography | O |
| How God saved him from drowning himself in adversity | O |
| And I hope ye all will learn what the Sprig of Moss teaches ye | O |
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| And God that made a way through the Red Sea | O |
| If ye only put your trust in Him He will protect ye | O |
| And light up your path and strew it with flowers | C2 |
| And be your own Comforter in all your lonely hours | C2 |
William Topaz Mcgonagall
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