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Transmuting balsam!—Stay, Enonio, stay! Thy brother calls thee not!—The spirit world Where the departed go, sends back to earth No visitants for evil.—'Tis the might Of the strong passion, the remorseful grief At work in thine own breast, which lends the voice Unto the forest and the cataract, The angry colour to the clouds of morn, The shadow to the moonlight.—Stay, my son! Thy brother is at peace.—Beside his couch, When of the murderer's poisoned shaft he died, I knelt and prayed ; he named his Saviour's name, Meekly, beseechingly; he spoke of thee In pity and in love.

Enonio, (hurriedly.) Did he not say My arrow should avenge him?

Herrmann.His last words Were all forgiveness.

Enonio.What! and shall the man Who pierced him with the shaft of treachery, Walk fearless forth in joy?