Father'!" "Lady Rebekah," Murmured Smith, In Bending Low Ringed Hand To Kiss With Grateful Gallantry, "Nigh Unto Death Was I; But God Has Spared My Life For Mysterious Purpose. Think Not I'd Forgot Thee, Long My Silence, Yet My Thoughts Still Backward Turned To The Distant Colony, To Pocahontas! And Thou, Princess? I Have Heard Of Rolfe'S Good Fortune, And Am Come To Wish You Both Long Happiness." "Call Me Child Again," She Cried, "As In The Days Of That Past When Thou Wast Still My 'Father,' Friend! Here Is Not My Home, I Stifle 'Mid The Crowd; For I Love Not Flattery Nor Palace Halls; But Green Woodlands, Air, And Space--Not Gloomy Walls." "For Thy Forest Home Thou Pinest, 'Child,'" He Said, "Soon Thy Husband Will Remove Thee Hence, I Trow, Goodly Englishman Is Rolfe, And Worthy Thee." Smiling Through Her Tears, She Proudly Answered To Him: "More Than Worthy Is My Husband, And He Bears In Virginia'S Colony A Noble Part." Came A Messenger Unto The Lady Rolfe, Summoning The Princess To The Royal Court. Hearing Which, Smith Said: "With Your Permission, Lady, I Will Be Your Escort To King James'S Palace, Since It Long Has Been My Wish And My Intention To Resign The Student'S Life, Give Up Seclusion, Once Again Become A Sailor On The Seas, Distant Lands Explore, New Maps And History Make Whereon Future Worlds May Build. This My Hope, This The One Ambition That Fires The Wanderer'S Brain." "Come," Said Lady Rolfe, With Gentle Dignity, "We Will Go Together To The Royal Palace, Take Our Rightful Place Among The Brilliant Throng, With The Rest Do Grateful Homage To Our King." Gay The Scene, The Waiting Courtiers Stood Aside While They Made Their Way--The Captain And The Princess-- To The Throne, Bowed Low Before The Monarch Proud, Who Gave Royal Welcome, Saying Unto Smith, "How, My Captain Bold! Too Long Your Needed Presence We Have Missed From London Town And From Our Palace. Royal Mandate We've Prepared To Call You Hence For Some Ventures New--Secure At Once The Ship For Its Cruise, New Wealth To Seek For 'Merrie England.'" Unto Lady Rolfe, The King In Flattering Tones: "Then, Our Princess, England'S Glory Wilt Proclaim, Through Virginia'S Wide Domain Our Influence Spread. Royal Favor Them Hast Won, Our Blessing Take, Thou And Rolfe, Who Comes E'En Now To Claim His Bride. Loyal Subjects Live Ye Both In Jamestown Far, Peace Be To Thy Race, In Thee Our Ally Made." Quoth In Gracious Tones Her Majesty Queen Anne:-- "Welcome, Child, Thou 'Guardian Angel' Of The English, Saviour Of Our Captain And Our Colony." Pocahontas Fain Would Kneel With Humble Grace-- "Rise, I Salute Thee, Princess," Said The Queen, And Smiling, Stooped To Kiss On Either Cheek The Indian Maid. Others Sought The Throne, She Stepped Aside With Rolfe, Following Them Came Captain Smith To Bid Adieu. "Weighty Matters Call Me Hence," He Said In Parting, "But We'll Meet Again Upon Virginia'S Shore. Fare-Thee-Well, Lady Rebekah; And Thou, Rolfe, Long Live Both And Peace Be To Thy Distant Home." Thus They Parted, Each Upon A Separate Pathway, Whose Life'S Orbit Once Had Touched, Whose Hearts Were Knitted By The Common Bond Of Dauntless Love And Courage; But The Patriot And The Poet Sing Their Story, And Their Names Are Linked For Aye In History. Nevermore She Saw Again Her Native Land, Nevermore The Forest Pathways Felt Her Footstep, Nor The Brooklet Nor The Wigwam Heard Her Singing. Nevermore She Sat Beneath The Pink Mimosa Listening To The Words Of Old Squaw, Winganameo, Nevermore Within Her English Home At Jamestown Was The Gentle Princess Pocahontas Seen. Far From Kindred Was Her Grave[10] Beside The Seashore, Where The Waves For Her A Tender Requiem Sang. On Virginian Soil Her People Mourned Her Death, Lamentations Long And Loud The Indians Made. But The English Settlers Spoke Her Name In Whispers; For At Eventide They Seemed To See Her Often As A Radiant Vision, White-Winged, Hovering Near. [10] Pocahontas Was Buried At Gravesend, Eng., 1617.