Duluth's Departure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACBDEFGBGBHIHJKDLB MIBNOPLBBQBJBBARABAS AQ BB I T D J B PU IIIB I OOVVAAOO OOSSIIOO OOWWXYOOOO IBIBZBA2BB2BB2O B WW IIIBBOBBIKIC2

To bid the brave White Chief adieuA
on the shady shore gathered the warriorsB
His glad boatmen manned the canoeA
and the oars in their hands were impatientC
Spake the Chief of IsanteesB
A feast will await the return of my brotherD
In peace rose the sun in the EastE
in peace in the West he descendedF
May the feet of my brother be swiftG
till they bring him again to our teepeesB
The red pipe he takes as a giftG
may he smoke that red pipe many wintersB
At my lodge fire his pipe shall be litH
when the White Chief returns to KathagaI
On the robes of my tee shall he sitH
he shall smoke with the chiefs of my peopleJ
The brave love the brave and his sonK
sends the Chief as a guide for his brotherD
By the way of the Wakpa Wakan ARL
to the Chief at the Lake of the SpiritsB
As light as the foot steps of dawnM
are the feet of the stealthy TamdokaI
He fears not the Maza Wakan ASB
he is sly as the fox of the forestN
When he dances the dance of red warO
howl the wolves by the broad Mini ya ta ATP
For they scent on the south wind afarL
their feast on the bones of OjibwaysB
Thrice the Chief puffed the red pipe of peaceB
ere it passed to the lips of the FrenchmanQ
Spake DuLuth May the Great Spirit blessB
with abundance the Chief and his peopleJ
May their sons and their daughters increaseB
and the fire ever burn in their teepeesB
Then he waved with a flag his adieuA
to the Chief and the warriors assembledR
And away shot Tamdoka's canoeA
to the strokes of ten sinewy huntersB
And a white path he clove up the blueA
bubbling stream of the swift MississippiS
And away on his foaming trail flewA
like a sea gull the bark of the FrenchmanQ
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AO i e fire arms which the Dakotas compare to the roar of the wingsB
of the Thunder bird and the fierey arrows he shootsB
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AP DuLuth was a devout CatholicI
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AQ Nee wah shtay Thou art goodT
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AR Spirit River now called Rum RiverD
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AS Fire arm spirit metalJ
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AT Lake Superior at that time the home of the Ojibways ChippewasB
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AH LITTLE HE DREAMED THEN FORSOOTH THAT A CITY WOULD STAND ON THATP
HILL SIDEU
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Then merrily rose the blithe songI
of the voyageurs homeward returningI
And thus as they glided alongI
sang the bugle voiced boatmen in chorusB
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SONGI
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Home again home again bend to the oarO
Merry is the life of the gay voyageurO
He rides on the river with his paddle in his handV
And his boat is his shelter on the water and the landV
The clam has his shell and the water turtle tooA
But the brave boatman's shell is his birch bark canoeA
So pull away boatmen bend to the oarO
Merry is the life of the gay voyageurO
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Home again home again bend to the oarO
Merry is the life of the gay voyageurO
His couch is as downy as a couch can beS
For he sleeps on the feathers of the green fir treeS
He dines on the fat of the pemmican sackI
And his eau de vie is the eau de lacI
So pull away boatmen bend to the oarO
Merry is the life of the gay voyageurO
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Home again home again bend to the oarO
Merry is the life of the gay voyageurO
The brave jolly boatman he never is afraidW
When he meets at the portage a red forest maidW
A Huron or a Cree or a blooming ChippewayX
And he marks his trail with the bois brules AUY
So pull away boatmen bend to the oarO
Merry is the life of the gay voyageurO
Home again home again bend to the oarO
Merry is the life of the gay voyageurO
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In the reeds of the meadow the stagI
lifts his branchy head stately and listensB
And the bobolink perched on the flagI
her ear sidelong bends to the chorusB
From the brow of the Beautiful Isle AVZ
half hid in the midst of the maplesB
The sad faced Winona the whileA2
watched the boat growing less in the distanceB
Till away in the bend of the streamB2
where it turned and was lost in the lindensB
She saw the last dip and the gleamB2
of the oars ere they vanished foreverO
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AU Burnt woods half breedsB
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AV Wita Waste Beautiful Island the Dakota name for NicolletW
IslandW
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Still afar on the waters the songI
like bridal bells distantly chimingI
The stout jolly boatmen prolongI
beating time with the stroke of their paddlesB
And Winona's ear turned to the breezeB
lists the air falling fainter and fainterO
Till it dies like the murmur of beesB
when the sun is aslant on the meadowsB
Blow breezes blow softly and singI
in the dark flowing hair of the maidenK
But never again shall you bringI
the voice that she loves to WinonaC2

Hanford Lennox Gordon



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