Today’s Apocopated Rhyme Poem

The Lone Pilgrim
(adapted from a traditional shapenote hymn)

I came to the place
Where they laid the lone pilgrim
In the shade by a tree on the hill

When in a low voice
I heard something murmur
How sweetly life passed in a blur

It was a great pride
And a passion consuming
Compelled me far from my home

On Jerusalem’s road
I did meet the contagion
And so I fell from life’s stage

Go and tell my companions
In sorrow most grievous
Be grateful, do not to weep for me

The same hand that lead me
Through seas wild and foaming
Has kindly assisted me home

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