George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис)

The Chieftain's Daughter

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 rim:
The chieftain's 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—
 "Obey your king's decree!"
He kissed away her 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.

1. The Deserted Bride
2. Woodman, Spare That Tree!
3. Boat-Song
4. The Soldier's Welcome Home
5. Land-Ho!

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