The Poetry Corner

Pocahontas

By James Barron Hope

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!