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Of the bright country, where, I well believe, His soul rejoices.—He had known such change. He died in peace. He, whom his tribe once named The Avenging Eagle, took to his meek heart, In its last pangs, the spirit of those words Which, from the Saviour's cross, went up to heaven— "Forgive them, for they know not what they do, Father, forgive!"—And o'er the eternal bounds Of that celestial kingdom, undefiled, Where evil may not enter, he, I deem, 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?