The Fate Of The Explorers (a Fragment) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGHH IIJJKLMMII NNOOPP QQRQ QQSSQQ QQTTUUQQ QQQQQQVV WXQQQQYY ZZA2A2IIB2B2

Set your face toward the darkness tell of deserts weird and wideA
Where unshaken woods are huddled and low languid waters glideA
Turn and tell of deserts lonely lying pathless deep and vastB
Where in utter silence ever Time seems slowly breathing pastB
Silence only broken when the sun is flecked with cloudy barsC
Or when tropic squalls come hurtling underneath the sultry starsC
Deserts thorny hot and thirsty where the feet of men are strangeD
And eternal Nature sleeps in solitudes which know no changeD
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Weakened with their lengthened labours past long plains of stone and sandE
Down those trackless wilds they wandered travellers from a far off landE
Seeking now to join their brothers struggling on with faltering feetF
For a glorious work was finished and a noble task completeF
And they dreamt of welcome faces dreamt that soon unto their earsG
Friendly greetings would be thronging with a nation s well earned cheersG
Since their courage never failed them but with high unflinching soulH
Each was pressing forward hoping trusting all should reach the goalH
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Though he rallied in the morning long before the close of dayI
He had sunk the worn out hero fainting dying by the wayI
But with Death he wrestled hardly three times rising from the sodJ
Yet a little further onward o er the weary waste he trodJ
Facing Fate with heart undaunted still the chief would totter onK
Till the evening closed about him till the strength to move was goneL
Then he penned his latest writings and before his life was spentM
Gave the records to his comrade gave the watch he said was lentM
Gave them with his last commandments charging him that night to stayI
And to let him lie unburied when the soul had passed awayI
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Through that night he uttered little rambling were the words he spokeN
And he turned and died in silence when the tardy morning brokeN
Many memories come together whilst in sight of death we dwellO
Much of sweet and sad reflection through the weary mind must wellO
As those long hours glided past him till the east with light was fraughtP
Who may know the mournful secret who can tell us what he thoughtP
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Very lone and very wretched was the brave man left behindQ
Wandering over leagues of waste land seeking hoping help to findQ
Sleeping in deserted wurleys fearful many nightfalls throughR
Lest unfriendly hands should rob him of his hoard of wild nardooQ
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Ere he reached their old encampment ere the well known spot was gainedQ
Something nerved him something whispered that his other chief remainedQ
So he searched for food to give him trusting they might both surviveS
Till the aid so long expected from the cities should arriveS
So he searched for food and took it to the gunyah where he foundQ
Silence broken by his footfalls death and darkness on the groundQ
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Weak and wearied with his journey there the lone survivor stoopedQ
And the disappointment bowed him and his heart with sadness droopedQ
And he rose and raked a hollow with his wasted feeble handsT
Where he took and hid the hero in the rushes and the sandsT
But he like a brother laid him out of reach of wind and rainU
And for many days he sojourned near him on that wild faced plainU
Whilst he stayed beside the ruin whilst he lingered with the deadQ
Oh he must have sat in shadow gloomy as the tears he shedQ
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Where our noble Burke was lying where his sad companion stoodQ
Came the natives of the forest came the wild men of the woodQ
Down they looked and saw the stranger he who there in quiet sleptQ
Down they knelt and o er the chieftain bitterly they moaned and weptQ
Bitterly they mourned to see him all uncovered to the blastQ
All uncovered to the tempest as it wailed and whistled pastQ
And they shrouded him with bushes so in death that he might lieV
Like a warrior of their nation sheltered from the stormy skyV
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Ye must rise and sing their praises O ye bards with souls of fireW
For the people s voice shall echo through the wailings of your lyreX
And we ll welcome back their comrade though our eyes with tears be blindQ
At the thoughts of promise perished and the shadow left behindQ
Now the leaves are bleaching round them now the gales above them glideQ
But the end was all accomplished and their fame is far and wideQ
Though this fadeless glory cannot hide a grateful nation s griefY
And their laurels have been blended with the gloomy cypress leafY
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Let them rest where they have laboured but my country mourn and moanZ
We must build with human sorrow grander monuments than stoneZ
Let them rest for oh remember that in long hereafter timeA2
Sons of Science oft shall wander o er that solitary climeA2
Cities bright shall rise about it Age and Beauty there shall strayI
And the fathers of the people pointing to the graves shall sayI
Here they fell the glorious martyrs when these plains were woodlands deepB2
Here a friend a brother laid them here the wild men came to weepB2

Henry Kendall



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