Mon-daw-min ; Or, The Origin Of The Indian-corn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GAGA AHAH GIGI AJAJ KEKE KBKB ALAL EHEH EMEM ENEN EKEK OPOP AQAQ GKGK OROR KKKK

Cherry bloom and green buds burstingA
Fleck the azure skiesB
In the spring wood hungering thirstingA
Faint an Indian liesB
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To behold his guardian spiritC
Fasts the dusky youthD
Prays that thus he may inheritC
Warrior strength and truthD
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Weak he grows the war path goryE
Seems a far delightF
Now he scans the flowers whose gloryE
Is not won by fightF
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Hunger kills me see my arrowG
Bloodless lies I askA
If life's doom be grave pit narrowG
Deathless make its taskA
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For man's welfare guide my beingA
So I shall not dieH
Like the flow'rets fading fleeingA
When the snow is nighH
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Medicine from the plants we borrowG
Salves from many a leafI
May they not kill hunger's sorrowG
Give with food reliefI
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Suddenly a spirit shiningA
From the sky came downJ
Green his mantle floating twiningA
Gold his feather crownJ
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I have heard thy thought unspokenK
Famous thou shall beE
Though no scalp shall be the tokenK
Men shall speak of theeE
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Bravely borne men's heaviest burdenK
Ever lighter liesB
Wrestling with me win the guerdonK
Gain thy wish ariseB
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Now he rises and prevailingA
Hears the angel sayL
Strong in weakness never failingA
Strive yet one more dayL
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Now again I come and find theeE
Yet with courage highH
So that though my arms can bind theeE
Victor thou not IH
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Hark to morrow conquering slay meE
Blest shall be thy toilM
After wrestling strip me lay meE
Sleeping in the soilM
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Visit oft the place above meE
Root out weeds and grassN
Fast no more obeying love meE
Watch what comes to passN
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Waiting through the long day drearyE
Still he hungers onK
Once more wrestling weak and wearyE
Still the fight is wonK
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Stripped of robes and golden featherO
Buried lies the guestP
Summer's wonder working weatherO
Warms his place of restP
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Ever his commands fulfillingA
Mourns his victor friendQ
Fearing with a heart unwillingA
To have known the endQ
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No upon the dark mould fallowG
Shine bright blades of greenK
Rising spreading plumes of yellowG
O'er their sheaves are seenK
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Higher than a mortal's statureO
Soars the corn in prideR
Seeing it he knows that NatureO
There stands deifiedR
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'Tis my friend he cries the guerdonK
Fast and prayer have wonK
Want is past and hunger's burdenK
Soon shall torture noneK

John Campbell



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