And yet, methinks, the arbiter to whom
They must appeal is far too liberal,
Or far too careless. When the day has come
In which a judgment must be given on all
The actions of their Ministers of State,
The people are too mild and moderate.
XLVI.
Or they forget the misdeeds of the past—
Misdeeds which well deserve a harder name,
And which at first provoked a stormy blast
Of anger, and aroused a sense of shame
Within the people's hearts—these are forgot,
Though on the Nation's life they leave a blot.
XLVII.
They are forgot; for party feelings run
More high than love of country, and the man,
Who can defeat the chosen champion
Of an opposing party, will obtain
A full forgiveness for his deeds of shame,
And crown himself with all a hero's fame.
Not Liberal and not Conservative
Alone compels my wrath; to either party
My feeble but impartial pen would give
A condemnation passionate and hearty;
Each sees the wreck the Catholic has made
In Canada, and each implores his aid.
XLIX.
Each begs support for only selfish ends;
Unfired with love for Britain's Queen they cry,
And seek to make the Catholics their friends
For party purposes; their loyalty
Bombastically swearing, each bows down
To those inimical to Britain's Crown.
L.