Question

basty
carele
Tum, turn thy hasty foot aside.
Nor crush that helpless worm!
The frame thy scornful looks deride
Requir'd a God to form.
scorp
WE
The common Lord of all that move,
From whom thy being flow'd,
A portion of His boundless love
On that poor worm bestowed.
The sun, the moon, the stars He made
To all His Creatures free:
And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade,​

Answer 1

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Answer 2

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find the rhym scheme in this poem