It is called Christianity. Christianity is love.
If you will love the Great Spirit you will love your wives, your
children, your brothers, your friends, your foes--you will love the
palefaces. No more will you idle in winter and wage wars in summer.
You will wear your knife and tomahawk only when you hunt for meat.
You will be kind, gentle, loving, virtuous--you will have grown
wise. When your days are done you will meet all your loved ones in
the beautiful forest. There, where the flowers bloom, the fruits
ripen always, where the pleasant water glides and the summer winds
whisper sweetly, there peace will dwell forever.
"Comrades, be wise, think earnestly. Forget the wicked paleface; for
there are many wicked palefaces. They sell the serpent firewater;
they lie and steal and kill. These palefaces' eyes are still
clouded. If they do not open they will never see the beautiful
forest. You have much to forgive, but those who forgive please the
Great Spirit; you must give yourselves to love, but those who love
are loved; you must work, but those who work are happy.
"Behold the Village of Peace! Once it contained few; now there are
many. Where once the dark forest shaded the land, see the cabins,
the farms, the horses, the cattle! Field on field of waving, golden
grain shine there under your eyes.
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