Princess of the Forrest: Pocahontas
Upon the barren sand a single captive stood,
Around him came, with bow and brand, the red men of the wood.
Like him of old, his doom he hears, Rock-bound on ocean's brim-
The chieftains daughter knelt in tears, And breathed a prayer for him.
Above his head in air, The savage war club swung:
The frantic girl, in wild despair, Her arms about him flung.
Then shook the warriors of the shade, Like leaves on aspen limb,
Subdued by that heroic maid, Who breathed a prayer for him!
"Unbind him!" gasped the chief: "It is your King's decree!"
He kissed away the tears of grief, And set the captive free!
Tis ever thus, when in life's storm, Hope's star to man grows dim,
An Angel kneels, in woman's form, and breathes a prayer for him.
~George Morris
(( In 1607 Pocahontas, daughter of Chief Powhatan, saved Captain John Smith from being executed by throwing herself between him and the executioner.))
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