Tear down that flag! in God's name and the Queen's.
Will not the Red Cross Banner rouse your zeal?
Tear down that flag! and let who intervenes
Bite hard the dust beneath your iron heel.
Tear down that flag!--Oh, Canada! bow, bow
Your shameful head in deep contrition now.

LIV.

What wonder, since your party deeds alone
Absorb your thought and wake your energy,
That insurrection's seeds are widely sown,
And voice is given to dark disloyalty?
Ye clothe your land in insurrection's dress,
And nurse disloyalty, by callousness.

LV.

And I, though sojourning a stranger here,
Will dare to raise my voice in condemnation,
When words unwelcome to an English ear
Are heard re-echoing without cessation;
The while accursed party interests
Drive patriotic thoughts from out your breasts.

LVI.

I marvel not that politicians stand
In ill repute with honourable men,
While, through the length and breadth of this fair land,
They mark themselves with party's evil stain,
And enter in the field of politics
For selfish ends attained by shameless tricks.

LVII.

Yet are not politicians in one mould
All fashioned; there are honest men and true
Who serve their country, not for love of gold
Or fame, but for the good that they can do.
Would God that these, and these alone, held sway
Within your senates, Canada, to-day!

LVIII.

But politics shall occupy my thought
No more. I turn with deep relief away
From that which lack of principle has brought
To premature and undeserved decay.
Perchance, from out the ashes where it lies,
True statesmanship may, phoenix-like, arise.

LIX.

The sun is setting, and its shining rays
Reflect them redly on the river's breast,
Which now an iridescent gleam displays,
Which, like a mighty opal, is possessed
With ever-changing hues of brilliancy;
As sets the sun their light I still can see.

LX.

The twilight hour approaches--silent hour
For calm reflection or communion,
When, in a quiet, unfrequented bower,
Fond lovers whisper as they sit alone.
And I would send a greeting to the one
Whose heart with mine still beats in unison.

* * * * *

My Love, my own Sweetheart,
Let sorrow not be thine,
Though still we live apart,
The lamp of Hope must shine.

And, shedding on our path
The light of trustfulness
And never-failing faith,
'Twill make our sorrow less.

Let Hope then ever be
At home withi