The Song Of Hiawatha I: The Peace-pipe Poem Rhyme Scheme

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On the Mountains of the Prairie	A
On the great Red Pipe stone Quarry	A
Gitche Manito the mighty	A
He the Master of Life descending	B
On the red crags of the quarry	A
Stood erect and called the nations	C
Called the tribes of men together	D
From his footprints flowed a river	D
Leaped into the light of morning	B
O'er the precipice plunging downward	E
Gleamed like Ishkoodah the comet	F
And the Spirit stooping earthward	F
With his finger on the meadow	F
Traced a winding pathway for it	F
Saying to it 'Run in this way '	G
From the red stone of the quarry	A
With his hand he broke a fragment	F
Moulded it into a pipe head	F
Shaped and fashioned it with figures	H
From the margin of the river	D
Took a long reed for a pipe stem	I
With its dark green leaves upon it	F
Filled the pipe with bark of willow	F
With the bark of the red willow	F
Breathed upon the neighboring forest	F
Made its great boughs chafe together	D
Till in flame they burst and kindled	F
And erect upon the mountains	C
Gitche Manito the mighty	A
Smoked the calumet the Peace Pipe	J
As a signal to the nations	C
And the smoke rose slowly slowly	A
Through the tranquil air of morning	B
First a single line of darkness	K
Then a denser bluer vapor	D
Then a snow white cloud unfolding	B
Like the tree tops of the forest	F
Ever rising rising rising	B
Till it touched the top of heaven	L
Till it broke against the heaven	L
And rolled outward all around it	F
From the Vale of Tawasentha	M
From the Valley of Wyoming	B
From the groves of Tuscaloosa	N
From the far off Rocky Mountains	C
From the Northern lakes and rivers	H
All the tribes beheld the signal	O
Saw the distant smoke ascending	B
The Pukwana of the Peace Pipe	J
And the Prophets of the nations	C
Said 'Behold it the Pukwana	L
By the signal of the Peace Pipe	J
Bending like a wand of willow	F
Waving like a hand that beckons	C
Gitche Manito the mighty	A
Calls the tribes of men together	D
Calls the warriors to his council '	G
Down the rivers o'er the prairies	P
Came the warriors of the nations	C
Came the Delawares and Mohawks	Q
Came the Choctaws and Camanches	Q
Came the Shoshonies and Blackfeet	A
Came the Pawnees and Omahas	Q
Came the Mandans and Dacotahs	Q
Came the Hurons and Ojibways	Q
All the warriors drawn together	D
By the signal of the Peace Pipe	J
To the Mountains of the Prairie	A
To the great Red Pipe stone Quarry	A
And they stood there on the meadow	A
With their weapons and their war gear	R
Painted like the leaves of Autumn	L
Painted like the sky of morning	B
Wildly glaring at each other	D
In their faces stem defiance	Q
In their hearts the feuds of ages	Q
The hereditary hatred	A
The ancestral thirst of vengeance	Q
Gitche Manito the mighty	A
The creator of the nations	Q
Looked upon them with compassion	L
With paternal love and pity	A
Looked upon their wrath and wrangling	B
But as quarrels among children	L
But as feuds and fights of children	L
Over them he stretched his right hand	A
To subdue their stubborn natures	Q
To allay their thirst and fever	D
By the shadow of his right hand	A
Spake to them with voice majestic	S
As the sound of far off waters	Q
Falling into deep abysses	Q
Warning chiding spake in this wise	Q
'O my children my poor children	L
Listen to the words of wisdom	L
Listen to the words of warning	B
From the lips of the Great Spirit	A
From the Master of Life who made you	T
'I have given you lands to hunt in	L
I have given you streams to fish in	L
I have given you bear and bison	L
I have given you roe and reindeer	R
I have given you brant and beaver	D
Filled the marshes full of wild fowl	U
Filled the rivers full of fishes	Q
Why then are you not contented	A
Why then will you hunt each other	D
'I am weary of your quarrels	Q
Weary of your wars and bloodshed	A
Weary of your prayers for vengeance	Q
Of your wranglings and dissensions	Q
All your strength is in your union	L
All your danger is in discord	A
Therefore be at peace henceforward	A
And as brothers live together	D
'I will send a Prophet to you	T
A Deliverer of the nations	Q
Who shall guide you and shall teach you	T
Who shall toil and suffer with you	T
If you listen to his counsels	Q
You will multiply and prosper	D
If his warnings pass unheeded	A
You will fade away and perish	V
'Bathe now in the stream before you	T
Wash the war paint from your faces	Q
Wash the blood stains from your fingers	Q
Bury your war clubs and your weapons	Q
Break the red stone from this quarry	A
Mould and make it into Peace Pipes	Q
Take the reeds that grow beside you	T
Deck them with your brightest feathers	Q
Smoke the calumet together	D
And as brothers live henceforward '	G
Then upon the ground the warriors	Q
Threw their cloaks and shirts of deer skin	L
Threw their weapons and their war gear	R
Leaped into the rushing river	D
Washed the war paint from their faces	Q
Clear above them flowed the water	D
Clear and limpid from the footprints	Q
Of the Master of Life descending	B
Dark below them flowed the water	D
Soiled and stained with streaks of crimson	L
As if blood were mingled with it	A
From the river came the warriors	Q
Clean and washed from all their war paint	A
On the banks their clubs they buried	A
Buried all their warlike weapons	Q
Gitche Manito the mighty	A
The Great Spirit the creator	D
Smiled upon his helpless children	L
And in silence all the warriors	Q
Broke the red stone of the quarry	A
Smoothed and formed it into Peace Pipes	Q
Broke the long reeds by the river	D
Decked them with their brightest feathers	Q
And departed each one homeward	A
While the Master of Life ascending	B
Through the opening of cloud curtains	Q
Through the doorways of the heaven	L
Vanished from before their faces	Q
In the smoke that rolled around him	W
The Pukwana of the Peace Pipe	J

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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