Of the bright country, where, I well believe, His soul rejoices. He had known such change. 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— 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, 66 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 To thy Redeemer !-Died He not in love- E'en 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 lip's working-weep, relieve thy soul! Tears will not shame thy manhood, in the hour Enonio, (giving up his weapons to Herrmann.) 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— From thy true lips flow forth; for in my Too long have died away. Herrmann. O, 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 lastAfter the visiting of holy thoughtsWith 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 |