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Melting my spirit's grasp from heavenly hope By your vain earthward yearnings. O my God! Draw me still nearer, closer unto thee. Till all the hollow of these deep desires May with thyself be filled!—Be it enough At once to gladden and to solemnize My lonely life, if for thine altar here In this dread temple of the wilderness, By prayer, and toil, and watching, I may win The offering of one heart, one human heart, Bleeding, repenting, loving! Hark! a step, An Indian tread! I know the stealthy sound— 'Tis on some quest of evil, through the grass Gliding so serpent-like. [He comes forward and meets an Indian warrior armed. Enonio, is it thou? I see thy form Tower stately through the dusk, yet scarce mine eye Discerns thy face.