The Song Of The Six Sisters Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEE FFGGHHII JJHHKKLL MMNNOOPQ RRSSTTOO GGUUVVWWXXPPYYZZA2A2 B2B2C2C2RRD2D2E2E2F2 G2H2H2I2I2 J2J2EEK2K2L2L2M2M2Manitoba Assiniboia Saskatchewan Athabasca Alberta and British Columbia | A |
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At a feast in the east of our central plains | B |
Girt with the sheaths of the wheaten grains | B |
Manitoba lay where the sunflowers blow | C |
And sang to the chime of the Red River's flow | C |
I am child of the spirit whom all men own | D |
My prairie no longer is green and lone | D |
For the hosts of the settler have ringed me round | E |
And his bride am I with the harvest crowned | E |
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On her steed at speed o'er her burning grass | F |
We saw Assiniboia pass | F |
The bison and antelope still are mine | G |
And the Indian wars on my boundary line | G |
Where his knife is dyed I love to ride | H |
By the cactus blooms or the marshes wide | H |
While the quivering columns of thunder fire | I |
Give light to the darkened land's desire | I |
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To the North look ye forth cried the voice of one | J |
Who dwells where the great twin rivers run | J |
Or farther yet Athabaska cried | H |
Where mightier waters the hills divide | H |
'Peace' is their name and the musk ox there | K |
Still feeds alone on the meadows fair | K |
Nay stay said the first the white man's word | L |
Hath called me the kindest to horse and herd | L |
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From on high where the sky and the snow born rill | M |
Each morn and eve to the rose tints thrill | M |
Sang the fairy Sprite of the Fountain Land | N |
A daughter of her whose sceptred hand | N |
With the flag of the woven crosses three | O |
Hath rule o'er the ocean hath christened me | O |
And my waves their homage repeat again | P |
And that standard greet in the loyal main | Q |
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And their lays in her praise then sang the four | R |
Alberta has all we can boast and more | R |
The scented breath of the plains is hers | S |
The odours sweet of the sage and firs | S |
There the coal breaks forth on her rolling sod | T |
And the winters flee at the winds of God | T |
Columbia come for we want but thee | O |
Now tell of thyself and thy silent sea | O |
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Clad with the silver snow a pine | G |
Guarded the grot of a golden mine | G |
And dark was the shade which the mist wreaths cast | U |
Though brightly they shone on the mountain vast | U |
Stars and sun o'er that cavern swept | V |
Where on the glittering sand I slept | V |
But none could behold me or know where was stored | W |
More treasure than monarch e'er won with the sword | W |
Floods in fathomless torrents fall | X |
Through the awful rifts of the Alpine wall | X |
Where I passed in the night over forest and glen | P |
O'er the ships on the sea and the cities of men | P |
Swifter than morn His shafts of love | Y |
Behind me caught the peaks above | Y |
But touched not my wings I had gone e'er he came | Z |
Where the vine maple fringed the deep forest with flame | Z |
Strewn o'er the sombre walls of green | A2 |
In saffron or in crimson sheen | A2 |
How lovely those gardens of autumn where rolled | B2 |
In smoke and in fire the red lava of old | B2 |
Soon I reached my sea girt home | C2 |
Sheltered from the breakers' foam | C2 |
Seek not for mine isle for a thousand and more | R |
Lie asleep in the calm near the mountainous shore | R |
Oft I roam in moon ray clear | D2 |
With the puma and the deer | D2 |
From the boughs of Madr 'na that droop o'er a bay | E2 |
I watch the fish dart from the beams of the day | E2 |
Mine are tranquil gulfs nor give | F2 |
Sign to lovers where I live | G2 |
But the sea rock betrays where my netting is hung | H2 |
When the meshes of light o'er its mosses are flung | H2 |
She ceased and then in chorus strong | I2 |
The blended voices floated long | I2 |
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No sirens we of shore or wave | J2 |
To sing of love and tempt the brave | J2 |
We fled their path and freedom found | E |
Where blue horizons stretched around | E |
And lilies in the grasses made | K2 |
A double sunshine on each blade | K2 |
No wooers we but wooed by them | L2 |
We yield our maiden diadem | L2 |
And welcome now no longer mute | M2 |
Tried hearts so true and resolute | M2 |
John Campbell
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