Analysis of Little Henry
Air -- "Minnie Lee"
Oh! come listen to my story
Of a little infant child --
His spirit is in glory --
It has left us for a while.
Death has robbed us of our Henry,
He is with our Savior now,
Where there is no pain or sorrow
Comes to cloud his little brow.
God has took their little treasure,
And his name I'll tell you now,
He has gone from earth forever,
Their little Charles Henry House.
His cheeks were red as roses,
And his eyes were black as coals,
His little lips were red as rubies,
And his little hair it curled.
Oh, they called him little Charley,
He was full of joyful mirth --
Now his little form is lying
'Neath the cold and silent earth.
It was the eleventh of December,
On a cold and windy day,
Just at the close of evening,
When the sunlight fades away;
Little Henry he was dying,
In his little crib he lay,
With soft winds round him sighing
From the morn till close of day.
Parents, brothers, sisters weeping,
For their cup of sorrow's full,
And his little playthings keeping,
That he thought so beautiful --
Tears from parents' eyes were starting
For their little loving one.
Oh! how painful was the parting
From their little infant son.
Oh! how often have they kissed him,
And caressed his little brow --
To his little voice have listened,
But his place is vacant now.
They called him little Charley,
And his loving name they called,
But they could not keep their darling
From the loving Savior's call.
But they must now cease their mourning,
His little soul is at rest,
Where there can no storms of trouble
Roll across his peaceful breast.
Now his little form is sleeping
In the cold and silent tomb,
And his friends are left a weeping,
In his dear and loving home.
It was the eleventh of December,
Eighteen seventy was the year,
Kind friends will all remember --
Silently let fall a tear.
But we must not trouble borrow,
For the God of heaven is just;
No one knows a parent's sorrow,
Till a child some friend have lost.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101 11101110 1010101 1101010 1111101 111111010 11110101 11111110 1111101 11111010 0111111 11111010 1101101 1101110 0110111 110101110 0110111 11111010 1111101 11101110 1010101 1100101010 1010101 1101110 101101 10101110 0110111 1111110 1011111 10101010 111111 0110110 1111100 11101010 1110101 11101010 1110101 11101111 0011101 11101110 1111101 1111010 0110111 11111110 1010101 11111110 1101111 11111110 1011101 11101110 0010101 01111010 0110101 1100101010 01100101 1111010 1001101 1111101 10111011 11101010 1011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,900 |
Words | 369 |
Sentences | 18 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 8, 4, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 61 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 167 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 41 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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