The Indian Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ JKJK LGMG NONO PJPD QRSR BDBD TQTQ UOUV WXWX YDYEY

When wooded hill and grassy plainA
With nature's beauties gaily dress'dB
Lay calm beneath the red man's reignA
And smiling in unconscious restB
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Then roam'd the forest's dusky sonC
In nature's wildness proudly freeD
From where Missouri's waters runC
Far north to Hudson's icy seaD
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From Labrador bleak lonely wildE
Where seal 'mid icebergs sportive playF
Far westward wander'd nature's childE
And wigwam built near Georgia's BayF
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With bow of elm or hick'ry strongG
And arrow arm'd with flinty headH
He drew with practis'd hand the thongG
And quick and straight the shaft it spedH
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Full many a bounding deer or doeI
Lay victims of his hand and eyeJ
And many a shaggy buffaloI
In lifeless bulk did lowly lieJ
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The forest did his wants supplyJ
Content he was with nature's schemeK
For fail'd the woods to satisfyJ
There came response from lake or streamK
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His simple shell of birchen rindL
Propell'd by skilful hands and strongG
Down cataracts and rivers pass'dM
And over lakes it went alongG
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With spears from stone or iv'ry wroughtN
Or hooks ingenious made of boneO
He stores from out the waters broughtN
Nor look'd for forest gifts aloneO
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Contentment dwelt within his heartP
And from his dark and piercing eyeJ
His freedom showed unbred of artP
His honor look'd unconsciouslyD
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Untaught by books untrain'd by menQ
Vers'd in the thoughts of bard or sageR
He yet had read from nature's handS
A book unwrit yet wise its pageR
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One would have thought a man so bless'dB
And richly too with manly pow'rsD
Had surely some far higher questB
Than living thus in nature's bow'rsD
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One would have thought that when he knewT
The laws of God and cultur'd menQ
His mind would take a nobler viewT
And light pursue with eager kenQ
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But such is not his happy stateU
Since light of knowledge round him shoneO
He still stands sadly at the gateU
And few still go where few have goneV
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And whose the fault and whose the blameW
That thus his mind is still so dimX
That wisdom's lamp with shining flameW
Still gives so pale a light for himX
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Oh thinking white man look aroundY
And when you have discern'd the causeD
Express yourself with certain soundY
Concerning this poor forest childE
Who left his father's hunting groundY

Thomas Frederick Young



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