By which our honest labours
Might have secured the markets of our neighbours!
Bearing the cross for other people's, crime,
Eager to purge the wrong by true repentance,
When to a purer air we fain would climb,
How can we do it under such a sentence?
Is this the law of Love,
Supposed to animate the Blessed Dove?
Oh, not for mere material loss alone,
Not for our trade, reduced to pulp, we whimper,