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.
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 inexhaustible.
And, in its study, weary men may find
A solace for the troubles caused by all
The sorrows and afflictions which must be
The lot of all, of high or low degree.
XXXV.