Analysis of Our Daily Bread
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
"Give me my daily bread.
It seems so odd,
When all is done and said,
This plea to God.
To pray for cake might be
The thing to do;
But bread, it seems to me,
Is just our due.
"Give me my daily toil,"
I ought to say -
(If from life's cursed coil
I'd time to pray.)
Give me my daily sweat,
My body sore,
So that bread I may get
To toil for more.
"Give me my daily breath,"
Through half a sob,
Until untimely death
Shall end my job.
A crust for my award,
I cry in dread:
"Grant unto me. Oh Lord,
My daily bread!"
Scheme | ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKA KA |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111101 1111 111101 1111 111111 0111 111111 11101 111101 1111 11111 1111 111101 1101 111111 1111 111101 1101 010101 1111 011101 1101 110111 1101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 493 |
Words | 115 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 6, 2 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 15 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 92 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 15, 2023
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