George Pope Morris,
The Chieftain's Daughter
“ Who breathed a prayer for him. "Unbind him!" gasp'd the chief, "Obey your king's decree!" He kiss'd away her tears of grief, And set the captive free. 'Tis ever thus, when in life's storm, Hope's start to man grows dim, An angel kneels in woman form, And breathes a prayer for him. ”
