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

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There lived in Munich a poor weakly youthB
But for the exact date I cannot vouch for the truthB
And of seven of a family he was the elderC
Who was named by his parents Alois SenefelderC
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But poor fellow at home his father was lying deadD
And his little brothers and sisters were depending upon him for breadD
And one evening he was dismissed from his employmentE
Which put an end to all his peace and enjoymentE
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The poor lad was almost mad and the next dayF
His parent's remains to the cemetery were taken awayF
And when his father was buried distracted like he grewC
And he strolled through the streets crying What shall I doC
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And all night he wandered on sad and aloneG
Until he began to think of returning homeH
But to his surprise on raising his head to look aroundI
He was in a part of the country which to him was unknown groundI
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And when night came on the poor lad stood aghastJ
For all was hushed save the murmuring of a river which flowed pastJ
And the loneliness around seemed to fill his heart with aweK
And with fatigue he sat down on the first stone he sawL
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And there resting his elbows and head on his kneesM
He sat gazing at the running water which did him pleaseM
And by the light of the stars which shone on the water blueC
He cried I will drown myself and bid this harsh world adieuC
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Besides I'm good for nothing to himself he saidD
And will only become a burden to my mother I'm afraidN
And there at the bottom of that water said heO
From all my misfortunes death will set me freeO
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But happily for Alois more pious thoughts rushed into his mindP
And courage enough to drown himself he couldn't findP
So he resolved to go home again whatever did betideQ
And he asked forgiveness of his Creator by the river sideQ
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And as he knelt a few incoherent words escaped himR
And the thought of drowning himself he considered a great sinS
And the more he thought of it he felt his flesh creepT
But in a few minutes he fell fast asleepT
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And he slept soundly for the stillness wasn't brokeU
And the day was beginning to dawn before he awokeU
Then suddenly he started up as if in a frightV
And he saw very near him a little stone smooth and whiteV
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Upon which was traced the delicate design of a Sprig of MossW
But to understand such a design he was at a lossW
Then he recollected the Sprig of Moss lying on the stoneG
And with his tears he'd moistened it but it was goneX
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But its imprint was delicately imprinted on the stoneG
Then taking the stone under his arm he resolved to go homeH
Saying God has reserved me for some other thingY
And with joy he couldn't tell how he began to singY
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And on drawing near the city he met his little brotherC
Who told him his uncle had visited his motherC
And on beholding their misery had left them money to buy foodZ
Then Alois cried Thank God the news is goodA2
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Then 'twas on the first day after Alois came homeH
He began the printing of the Sprig of Moss on the stoneG
And by taking the impressions of watch cases he discovered one dayF
What is now called the art of LithographyO
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So Alois plodded on making known his great discoveryO
Until he obtained the notice of the Royal AcademyO
Besides he obtained a gold Medal and what was more dear to his heartB2
He lived to see the wide extension of his artB2
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And when life's prospects may at times appear dreary to yeO
Remember Alois Senefelder the discoverer of LithographyO
How God saved him from drowning himself in adversityO
And I hope ye all will learn what the Sprig of Moss teaches yeO
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And God that made a way through the Red SeaO
If ye only put your trust in Him He will protect yeO
And light up your path and strew it with flowersC2
And be your own Comforter in all your lonely hoursC2

William Topaz Mcgonagall



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