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HerrmannTo Him,
To Him return, from whom thine erring steps
Have wandered far and long!—Return, my son,
To thy Redeemer!—Died He not in love—
The sinless, the divine, the Son of God—
Breathing forgiveness midst all agonies,
And we, dare we be ruthless?—By His aid
Shalt thou be guided to thy brother's place
Midst the pure spirits.—Oh! retrace the way
Back to thy Saviour! he rejects no heart
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
Of its great conflict.

Enonio, (giving up his weapons to Herrmann.)
Father, take the bow,
Keep the sharp arrows till the hunters call