gh the Jesuitic creed be not
As true and generous a faith as that
Which we profess; what though a bloody blot
Has stained its page of history; the great
And worthy deeds those fathers wrought should raise
A feeling in our hearts of loving praise.

XXVI.

They suffered for their God and for their Pope;
They suffered for their faith, to them as true
And pure as ours to us, and in the hope
That God would bless their labours, and endue
The savage Indians with a softer heart,
And give them with the blessed ones a part.

XXVII.

_They_ merit praise and honour, but the cause
For which they laboured merits none of these;
A cruel creed, with harsh and bloody laws,
The very name of Christ it travesties.
An evil Order, working in the name
Of Christianity dark deeds of shame.

XXVIII.

He whom they call their Master suffered not
His followers to mingle in the strife
Of politics--not such their chosen lot;
Theirs to prepare men for a higher life.
And yet He bade them to their king be true,
And offer unto Caesar all his due.

XXIX.

But this do not the Jesuits; they fain
Would undermine the power of the land
In which they dwell, and every effort strain
To take the civil sceptre in their hand.
They creep, as serpents, smoothly on their prey,
But subtly spread their poison in the way.

XXX.

And these, Canadians, have found a home
Within your shores. Ye know not what ye do
In harb'ring them. Be sure the day will come
When ye will bitterly and sadly rue
Your action. Other lands will not permit
The entrance of the hated Jesuit.

XXXI.

But why should I presume to thus dictate
To ye? And what know I of all the things
Which influence your Ministers of State,
That I should utter forth these murmurings?
By greed and selfish motives unpossessed,
They, in their wisdom, must do what is best!

XXXII.

I stand upon the hill at Ottawa,
And stretching wide before me lies a scene
Of pretty lowland country. Near and far,
The river Ottawa winds on between
The wooded slopes and meadow-lands, where lie
The lazy cattle chewing silently.

XXXIII.

The scene is unimposing; there is nought
Of grandeur or magnificence displayed;
But by its quiet prettiness is brought
A sense of calm enjoyment--hill and glade
And peaceful meadow, all alike suggest
Sweet thoughts of still serenity and rest.

XXXIV.

The face of Nature, for the student's mind,
Provides a subject