Hudson's Last Voyage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEFGHIIJIKLMNOPQRST UVWXYZDKA2B2C2KD2E2F 2G2BH2I2 J2K2L2WM2N2O2P2Q2R2U DS2Q2WT2U2PT2H2V2T2C W2PX2T2Y2T2Z2KA3T2B3 CJC3B3D3E3T2F3O2G3 T2H3T2G3T2T2G3BI3G3G 3T2P2T2N2AD3J3BT2T2T 2KT2G3K3T2T2G3K G3T2T2G3J3L3G3G3WT2T 2RT2 T2PL3H2T2T2G3T2JG3M3 IN3G3T2N2G3G3T2IG3G3 K3T2O3T2G3H2BG3H2T2D 3T2 P3KWG3G3BT2T2DRQ3T2K KKI2B3G3T2| June | A |
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| THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY | B |
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| One sail in sight upon the lonely sea | C |
| And only one God knows For never ship | D |
| But mine broke through the icy gates that guard | E |
| These waters greater grown than any since | F |
| We left the shores of England We were first | G |
| My men to battle in between the bergs | H |
| And floes to these wide waves This gulf is mine | I |
| I name it and that flying sail is mine | I |
| And there hull down below that flying sail | J |
| The ship that staggers home is mine mine mine | I |
| My ship Discoverie | K |
| The sullen dogs | L |
| Of mutineers the bitches' whelps that snatched | M |
| Their food and bit the hand that nourished them | N |
| Have stolen her You ingrate Henry Greene | O |
| I picked you from the gutter of Houndsditch | P |
| And paid your debts and kept you in my house | Q |
| And brought you here to make a man of you | R |
| You Robert Juet ancient crafty man | S |
| Toothless and tremulous how many times | T |
| Have I employed you as a master's mate | U |
| To give you bread And you Abacuck Prickett | V |
| You sailor clerk you salted puritan | W |
| You knew the plot and silently agreed | X |
| Salving your conscience with a pious lie | Y |
| Yes all of you hounds rebels thieves Bring back | Z |
| My ship | D |
| Too late I rave they cannot hear | K |
| My voice and if they heard a drunken laugh | A2 |
| Would be their answer for their minds have caught | B2 |
| The fatal firmness of the fool's resolve | C2 |
| That looks like courage but is only fear | K |
| They'll blunder on and lose my ship and drown | D2 |
| Or blunder home to England and be hanged | E2 |
| Their skeletons will rattle in the chains | F2 |
| Of some tall gibbet on the Channel cliffs | G2 |
| While passing mariners look up and say | B |
| Those are the rotten bones of Hudson's men | H2 |
| Who left their captain in the frozen North | I2 |
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| O God of justice why hast Thou ordained | J2 |
| Plans of the wise and actions of the brave | K2 |
| Dependent on the aid of fools and cowards | L2 |
| Look there she goes her topsails in the sun | W |
| Gleam from the ragged ocean edge and drop | M2 |
| Clean out of sight So let the traitors go | N2 |
| Clean out of mind We'll think of braver things | O2 |
| Come closer in the boat my friends John King | P2 |
| You take the tiller keep her head nor'west | Q2 |
| You Philip Staffe the only one who chose | R2 |
| Freely to share our little shallop's fate | U |
| Rather than travel in the hell bound ship | D |
| Too good an English seaman to desert | S2 |
| These crippled comrades try to make them rest | Q2 |
| More easy on the thwarts And John my son | W |
| My little shipmate come and lean your head | T2 |
| Against your father's knee Do you recall | U2 |
| That April morn in Ethelburga's church | P |
| Five years ago when side by side we kneeled | T2 |
| To take the sacrament with all our men | H2 |
| Before the Hopewell left St Catherine's docks | V2 |
| On our first voyage It was then I vowed | T2 |
| My sailor soul and years to search the sea | C |
| Until we found the water path that leads | W2 |
| From Europe into Asia | P |
| I believe | X2 |
| That God has poured the ocean round His world | T2 |
| Not to divide but to unite the lands | Y2 |
| And all the English captains that have dared | T2 |
| In little ships to plough uncharted waves | Z2 |
| Davis and Drake Hawkins and Frobisher | K |
| Raleigh and Gilbert all the other names | A3 |
| Are written in the chivalry of God | T2 |
| As men who served His purpose I would claim | B3 |
| A place among that knighthood of the sea | C |
| And I have earned it though my quest should fail | J |
| For mark me well the honour of our life | C3 |
| Derives from this to have a certain aim | B3 |
| Before us always which our will must seek | D3 |
| Amid the peril of uncertain ways | E3 |
| Then though we miss the goal our search is crowned | T2 |
| With courage and we find along our path | F3 |
| A rich reward of unexpected things | O2 |
| Press towards the aim take fortune as it fares | G3 |
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| I know not why but something in my heart | T2 |
| Has always whispered Westward seek your goal | H3 |
| Three times they sent me east but still I turned | T2 |
| The bowsprit west and felt among the floes | G3 |
| Of ruttling ice along the Gr neland coast | T2 |
| And down the rugged shore of Newfoundland | T2 |
| And past the rocky capes and wooded bays | G3 |
| Where Gosnold sailed like one who feels his way | B |
| With outstretched hand across a darkened room | I3 |
| I groped among the inlets and the isles | G3 |
| To find the passage to the Land of Spice | G3 |
| I have not found it yet but I have found | T2 |
| Things worth the finding | P2 |
| Son have you forgot | T2 |
| Those mellow autumn days two years ago | N2 |
| When first we sent our little ship Half Moon | A |
| The flag of Holland floating at her peak | D3 |
| Across a sandy bar and sounded in | J3 |
| Among the channels to a goodly bay | B |
| Where all the navies of the world could ride | T2 |
| A fertile island that the redmen called | T2 |
| Manhattan lay above the bay the land | T2 |
| Around was bountiful and friendly fair | K |
| But never land was fair enough to hold | T2 |
| The seaman from the calling of the sea | G3 |
| And so we bore to westward of the isle | K3 |
| Along a mighty inlet where the tide | T2 |
| Was troubled by a downward flowing flood | T2 |
| That seemed to come from far away perhaps | G3 |
| From some mysterious gulf of Tartary | K |
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| Inland we held our course by palisades | G3 |
| Of naked rock where giants might have built | T2 |
| Their fortress and by rolling hills adorned | T2 |
| With forests rich in timber for great ships | G3 |
| Through narrows where the mountains shut us in | J3 |
| With frowning cliffs that seemed to bar the stream | L3 |
| And then through open reaches where the banks | G3 |
| Sloped to the water gently with their fields | G3 |
| Of corn and lentils smiling in the sun | W |
| Ten days we voyaged through that placid land | T2 |
| Until we came to shoals and sent a boat | T2 |
| Upstream to find what I already knew | R |
| We travelled on a river not a strait | T2 |
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| But what a river God has never poured | T2 |
| A stream more royal through a land more rich | P |
| Even now I see it flowing in my dream | L3 |
| While coming ages people it with men | H2 |
| Of manhood equal to the river's pride | T2 |
| I see the wigwams of the redmen changed | T2 |
| To ample houses and the tiny plots | G3 |
| Of maize and green tobacco broadened out | T2 |
| To prosperous farms that spread o'er hill and dale | J |
| The many coloured mantle of their crops | G3 |
| I see the terraced vineyard on the slope | M3 |
| Where now the fox grape loops its tangled vine | I |
| And cattle feeding where the red deer roam | N3 |
| And wild bees gathered into busy hives | G3 |
| To store the silver comb with golden sweet | T2 |
| And all the promised land begins to flow | N2 |
| With milk and honey Stately manors rise | G3 |
| Along the banks and castles top the hills | G3 |
| And little villages grow populous with trade | T2 |
| Until the river runs as proudly as the Rhine | I |
| The thread that links a hundred towns and towers | G3 |
| And looking deeper in my dream I see | G3 |
| A mighty city covering the isle | K3 |
| They call Manhattan equal in her state | T2 |
| To all the older capitals of earth | O3 |
| The gateway city of a golden world | T2 |
| A city girt with masts and crowned with spires | G3 |
| And swarming with a host of busy men | H2 |
| While to her open door across the bay | B |
| The ships of all the nations flock like doves | G3 |
| My name will be remembered there for men | H2 |
| Will say This river and this isle were found | T2 |
| By Henry Hudson on his way to seek | D3 |
| The Northwest Passage into Farthest Inde | T2 |
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| Yes yes I sought it then I seek it still | P3 |
| My great adventure and my guiding star | K |
| For look ye friends our voyage is not done | W |
| We hold by hope as long as life endures | G3 |
| Somewhere among these floating fields of ice | G3 |
| Somewhere along this westward widening bay | B |
| Somewhere beneath this luminous northern night | T2 |
| The channel opens to the Orient | T2 |
| I know it and some day a little ship | D |
| Will push her bowsprit in and battle through | R |
| And why not ours to morrow who can tell | Q3 |
| The lucky chance awaits the fearless heart | T2 |
| These are the longest days of all the year | K |
| The world is round and God is everywhere | K |
| And while our shallop floats we still can steer | K |
| So point her up John King nor'west by north | I2 |
| We 'l keep the honour of a certain aim | B3 |
| Amid the peril of uncertain ways | G3 |
| And sail ahead and leave the rest to God | T2 |
Henry Van Dyke
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