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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?