Upon the barren sand, <br />The lonely captive stood: <br />Around him came, with bow and brand, <br />The red men of the wood. <br />Like one of old, his doom he hears, <br />Rock-bound on Ocean's brim; <br />The Chieftain's daughter knelt in tears, <br />And breathed a prayer for him. <br />Above his head, in air, <br />The savage war-club swung: <br />The frantic maid, in wild despair, <br />Her arms around him flung; <br />Then shook the warriors off the shade, <br />Like leaves on aspen limb, <br />Subdued by that heroic maid, <br />Who breathed a prayer for him! <br />'Unbind him!' gasp'd the Chief; <br />'It is your King's decree.' <br />He kiss'd away the tears of grief, <br />And set the captive free! <br />'Tis ever thus when, in life's storm, <br />Hope's Star to man grows dim, <br />An Angel kneels, in woman's form, <br />And breathes a prayer for him.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pocahantas/
