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 Hath to his Master passed.—He waits thee there— For love, we trust, springs heavenward from the grave, Immortal in its holiness.—He calls His brother to the land of golden light, And ever-living fountains—couldst thou hear His voice o'er those bright waters, it would say, "My brother! oh! be pure, be merciful! That we may meet again." Enonio (hesitating.)Can I return Unto my tribe, and unavenged? Herrmann.To Him, To Him, return, from whom thine erring steps Have wandered far and long!—Return, my son, To thy Redeemer!—Died he not in love, —The sinless, the divine, the Son of God— Breathing forgiveness midst all agonies, And we, dare we be ruthless?—By His aid Shalt thou be guided to thy brother's place Midst the pure spirits.—Oh! retrace the way Back to thy Saviour! he rejects no heart Ev’n with the dark stains on it, if true tears Be o'er them showered.—Aye, weep, thou Indian Chief! For, by the kindling moonlight, I behold Thy proud lips working—weep, relieve thy soul! Tears will not shame thy manhood, in the hour Of its great conflict. Enonio (giving up his weapons to Herrmann.) Father, take the bow, Keep the sharp arrows, till the hunters call Forth to the chase once more.—And let me dwell A little while, my Father by thy side, That I may hear the blessed words again —Like water-brooks amidst the summer hills— From thy true lips flow forth. For in my heart The music and the memory of their sound Too long have died away. Herrmann.Oh! welcome back, Friend, rescued one!—Yes, thou shalt be my guest, And we will pray beneath my sycamore Together, morn and eve; and I will spread Thy couch beside my fire, and sleep at last —After the visiting of holy thoughts— With dewy wing shall sink upon thine eyes! —Enter my home, and welcome, welcome back, To peace, to God, thou lost and found again! [They go into the cabin together Herrmann (lingering for a moment on the threshold, looks up to the starry skies.) Father! that from amidst yon glorious worlds Now look'st on us, thy children! make this hour Blessed for ever! May it see the birth Of thine own image in the unfathomed deep Of an immortal soul;—a thing to name With reverential thought, a solemn world! To Thee more precious than those thousand stars Burning on high in thy majestic Heaven!