Pocahontas
Her story, sure, was fashioned out above, Ere 't was enacted on the scene below! For 't was a very miracle of love When from the savage hawk's nest came the dove With wings of peace to stay the ordered blow - The hawk's plumes bloody, but the dove's as snow! And here my heart oppressed by pleasant tears Yields to a young girl's half angelic spell - Yes, for that maiden like a Saint appears; She needs no fresco, stone, nor shrine to tell Her story to the people of this Land - Saint of the Wilderness, enthroned amid The wooded Minster where the Pagan hid!
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"Her story, sure, was fashioned out above,..."
This evocative piece by James Barron Hope, titled "Pocahontas", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...