On The Big Horn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDDEFFEGGEAAEHH IJJIKKBLLBMMDNOPQARS SRTTBUUBTTVWWV| THE years are but half a score | A |
| And the war whoop sounds no more | A |
| With the blast of bugles where | B |
| Straight into a slaughter pen | C |
| With his doomed three hundred men | C |
| Rode the chief with the yellow hair | B |
| O Hampton down by the sea | D |
| What voice is beseeching thee | D |
| For the scholar's lowliest place | E |
| Can this be the voice of him | F |
| Who fought on the Big Horn's rim | F |
| Can this be Rain in the Face | E |
| His war paint is washed away | G |
| Hls hands have forgotten to slay | G |
| He seeks for himself and his race | E |
| The arts of peace and the lore | A |
| That give to the skilled hand more | A |
| Than the spoils of war and chase | E |
| O chief of the Christ like school | H |
| Can the zeal of thy heart grow cool | H |
| When the victor scarred with fight | I |
| Like a child for thy guidance craves | J |
| And the faces of hunters and braves | J |
| Are turning to thee for light | I |
| The hatchet lies overgrown | K |
| With grass by the Yellowstone | K |
| Wind River and Paw of Bear | B |
| And in sign that foes are friends | L |
| Each lodge like a peace pipe sends | L |
| Its smoke in the quiet air | B |
| The hands that have done the wrong | M |
| To right the wronged are strong | M |
| And the voice of a nation saith | D |
| 'Enough of the war of swords | N |
| Enough of the lying words | O |
| And shame of a broken faith ' | P |
| The hills that have watched afar | Q |
| The valleys ablaze with war | A |
| Shall look on the tasselled corn | R |
| And the dust of the grinded grain | S |
| Instead of the blood of the slain | S |
| Shall sprinkle thy banks Big Horn | R |
| The Ute and the wandering Crow | T |
| Shall know as the white men know | T |
| And fare as the white men fare | B |
| The pale and the red shall be brothers | U |
| One's rights shall be as another's | U |
| Home School and House of Prayer | B |
| O mountains that climb to snow | T |
| O river winding below | T |
| Through meadows by war once trod | V |
| O wild waste lands that await | W |
| The harvest exceeding great | W |
| Break forth into praise of God | V |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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