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Note Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend England	A
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Pocahontas' body lovely as a poplar sweet as a red haw in November	B
or a pawpaw in May did she wonder does she remember	B
in the dust in the cool tombs	C
Carl Sandburg	D
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I	-
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Powhatan was conqueror	B
Powhatan was emperor	B
He was akin to wolf and bee	E
Brother of the hickory tree	E
Son of the red lightning stroke	F
And the lightning shivered oak	F
His panther grace bloomed in the maid	G
Who laughed among the winds and played	G
In excellence of savage pride	H
Wooing the forest open eyed	H
In the springtime	I
In Virginia	J
Our Mother Pocahontas	K
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Her skin was rosy copper red	L
And high she held her beauteous head	L
Her step was like a rustling leaf	M
Her heart a nest untouched of grief	M
She dreamed of sons like Powhatan	J
And through her blood the lightning ran	J
Love cries with the birds she sung	N
Birdlike	O
In the grape vine swung	N
The Forest arching low and wide	H
Gloried in its Indian bride	H
Rolfe that dim adventurer	B
Had not come a courtier	B
John Rolfe is not our ancestor	B
We rise from out the soul of her	B
Held in native wonderland	P
While the sun's rays kissed her hand	P
In the springtime	I
In Virginia	J
Our Mother Pocahontas	K
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II	-
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She heard the forest talking	Q
Across the sea came walking	Q
And traced the paths of Daniel Boone	J
Then westward chased the painted moon	J
She passed with wild young feet	R
On to Kansas wheat	R
On to the miners' west	S
The echoing canyons' guest	S
Then the Pacific sand	P
Waking	Q
Thrilling	Q
The midnight land	P
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On Adams street and Jefferson	J
Flames coming up from the ground	T
On Jackson street and Washington	J
Flames coming up from the ground	T
And why until the dawning sun	J
Are flames coming up from the ground	T
Because through drowsy Springfield sped	L
This red skin queen with feathered head	L
With winds and stars that pay her court	U
And leaping beasts that make her sport	U
Because gray Europe's rags august	V
She tramples in the dust	V
Because we are her fields of corn	J
Because our fires are all reborn	J
From her bosom's deathless embers	W
Flaming	Q
As she remembers	W
The springtime	I
And Virginia	J
Our Mother Pocahontas	K
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III	-
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We here renounce our Saxon blood	X
Tomorrow's hopes an April flood	X
Come roaring in The newest race	Y
Is born of her resilient grace	Y
We here renounce our Teuton pride	H
Our Norse and Slavic boasts have died	H
Italian dreams are swept away	Z
And Celtic feuds are lost today	Z
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She sings of lilacs maples wheat	R
Her own soil sings beneath her feet	R
Of springtime	I
And Virginia	J
Our Mother Pocahontas	K

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