Analysis of The Prodigal's Return
I reach my hand to thee!
Stoop; take my hand in thine;
Lead me where I would be,
Father divine.
I do not even know
The way I want to go,
The way that leads to rest:
But, Thou who knowest me,
Lead where I cannot see,
Thou knowest best.
Toys, worthless, yet desired,
Drew me afar to roam.
Father, I am so tired;
I am come home.
The love I held so cheap
I see, so dear, so deep,
So almost understood.
Life is so cold and wild,
I am thy little child -
I WILL be good.
| Scheme | ABABCCDAAD EFEFGGHIIH |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Etheree (30%) Tetractys (20%) |
| Metre | 111111 111101 111111 1001 111101 011111 011111 11111 111101 111 1101010 110111 1011110 1111 011111 111111 1101 111101 111101 1111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 452 |
| Words | 101 |
| Sentences | 8 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 10, 10 |
| Lines Amount | 20 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 170 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 50 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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