My Native Land Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL MNMNOPOP

IT chanced to me upon a time to sailA
Across the Southern Ocean to and froB
And landing at fair isles by stream and valeA
Of sensuous blessing did we ofttimes goB
And months of dreamy joys like joys in sleepC
Or like a clear calm stream o'er mossy stoneD
Unnoted passed our hearts with voiceless sweepC
And left us yearning still for lands unknownD
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And when we found one for 'tis soon to findE
In thousand isled Cathay another isleF
For one short noon its treasures filled the mindE
And then again we yearned and ceased to smileF
And so it was from isle to isle we passedG
Like wanton bees or boys on flowers or lipsH
And when that all was tasted then at lastG
We thirsted still for draughts instead of sipsH
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I learned from this there is no Southern landI
Can fill with love the hearts of Northern menJ
Sick minds need change but when in health they standI
'Neath foreign skies their love flies home againJ
And thus with me it was the yearning turnedK
From laden airs of cinnamon awayL
And stretched far westward while the full heart burnedK
With love for Ireland looking on CathayL
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My first dear love all dearer for thy griefM
My land that has no peer in all the seaN
For verdure vale or river flower or leafM
If first to no man else thou'rt first to meN
New loves may come with duties but the firstO
Is deepest yet the mother's breath and smilesP
Like that kind face and breast where I was nursedO
Is my poor land the Niobe of islesP

John Boyle O'reilly



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