'Tis hate of bigotry, they glibly shout,
Impels their tolerance: Oh! take that word
And bid the feet of License crush it out;
For License now is undisputed lord.
Let not the bigot live,—but nurse the snake
That brings the Inquisition in its wake!
See where, in old Quebec, its Premier
Uplifts the Tricolor, and waves it high.
While shouts un-English rend the poisoned air
To greet the new-born Nationality;
And hear Ontario's Minister confess
His joy for this, a Liberal success!
LII.
And is it bigotry to interfere
When treason stalks triumphant through the land?
Will none but bigots hear the traitors cheer,
Nor long to raise aloft the armed hand?
Your ancestors would not account it so;
And English hearts would burn to strike the blow.
LIII.
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.
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.