15.

Obedience in its laws that takes delight
Was theirs; simplicity that knows no art;
Love, friendship, grateful duty in its height;
Meekness and truth, that keep all strife apart,
And faith and hope which elevate the heart
Upon its heavenly heritage intent.

Poor, erring, self-tormentor that thou art,
O Man! and on thine own undoing bent,
Wherewith canst thou be blest, if not with these con-
tent?

16.

Mild pupils in submission's perfect school,
Two thousand souls were gather'd here, and here
Beneath the Jesuit's all-embracing rule

They dwelt, obeying him with love sincere,
That never knew distrust, nor felt a fear,
Nor anxious thought which wears the heart away.
Sacred to them their laws, their Ruler dear;
Humbler or happier none could be than they
Who knew it for their good in all things to obey.

17.

The Patron Saint, from whom their town was named
Was that St. Joachin, who, legends say,

Unto the Saints in Limbo first proclaim'd
The Advent. Being permitted, on the day
That Death enlarged him from this mortal clay,
His daughter's high election to behold,
Thither his soul, glad herald, wing'd its way,
And to the Prophets and the Patriarchs old
The tidings of great joy and near deliverance told.

18.

There on the altar was his image set,

The lamp before it burning night and day, And there was incensed, when his votaries met Before the sacred shrine, their beads to say, And for his fancied intercession pray, Devoutly as in faith they bent the knee. Such adoration they were taught to pay; Good man, how little had he ween'd that he Should thus obtain a place in Rome's idolatry!

19.

But chiefly there the Mother of our Lord,
His blessed daughter, by the multitude
Was for their special patroness adored.
Amid the square on high her image stood,
Clasping the Babe in her beatitude,

The Babe Divine on whom she fix'd her sight;
And in their hearts, albe the work was rude,
It rais'd the thought of all-commanding might,
Combin'd with boundless love and mercy infinite.

20.

To this great family the Jesuit brought

and old

His new-found children now; for young
He deem'd alike his children while he wrought
For their salvation, . . . seeking to unfold

...

The saving mysteries in the creed enroll'd,
To their slow minds, that could but ill conceive
The import of the mighty truths he told.

But errors they have none to which they cleave, And whatsoe'er he tells they willingly believe.

21.

Safe from that pride of ignorance were they That with small knowledge thinks itself full wise. How at believing aught should these delay, When every where new objects met their eyes To fill the soul with wonder and surprise? Not of itself, but by temptation bred, In man doth impious unbelief arise; It is our instinct to believe and dread, God bids us love, and then our faith is perfected.

22.

Quick to believe, and slow to comprehend,
Like children, unto all the teacher taught
Submissively an easy ear they lend.:

And to the font at once he might have brought
These converts, if the Father had not thought
Theirs was a case for wise and safe delay,
Lest lightly learnt might lightly be forgot;
And meanwhile due instruction day by day
Would to their opening minds the sense of truth convey.

23.

Of this they reck'd not whether soon or late;
For overpowering wonderment possest

Their faculties; and in this new estate

Strange sights and sounds and thoughts well nigh

opprest

Their sense, and raised a turmoil in the breast Resenting less of pleasure than of pain;

And sleep afforded them no natural rest,

But in their dreams, a mixed disorder'd train, The busy scenes of day disturb'd their hearts again.

24.

Even when the spirit to that secret wood
Return'd, slow Mondai's silent stream beside,
No longer there it found the solitude

Which late it left: strange faces were descried,
Voices, and sounds of music far and wide,
And buildings seem'd to tower amid the trees,
And forms of men and beasts on every side,
As ever wakeful fancy hears and sees,

All things that it had heard, and seen, and more than these.

25.

For in their sleep strange forms deform'd they saw Of frightful fiends, their ghostly enemies,

And souls who must abide the rigorous law Weltering in fire, and there with dolorous cries Blaspheming roll around their hopeless eyes; And those who doom'd a shorter term to bear In penal flames, look upward to the skies, Seeking and finding consolation there,

And feel, like dew from heaven, the precious aid of prayer.

26.

And Angels who around their glorious Queen

In adoration bent their heads abased;

And infant faces in their dreams were seen

Hovering on cherub-wings; and Spirits placed
To be their guards invisible, who chased
With fiery arms their fiendish foes away:
Such visions overheated fancy traced,
Peopling the night with a confused array

That made its hours of rest more restless than the day.

27.

To all who from an old erratic course
Of life, within the Jesuit's fold were led,
The change was perilous.

They felt the force
Of habit, when till then in forests bred,
A thick perpetual umbrage overhead,
They came to dwell in open light and air.
This ill the Fathers long had learnt to dread,
And still devised such means as might prepare

The new-reclaim'd unhurt this total change to bear.

28.

All thoughts and occupations to commute,

To change their air, their water, and their food,
And those old habits suddenly uproot

Conform'd to which the vital powers pursued
Their functions, such mutation is too rude
For man's fine frame unshaken to sustain.
And these poor children of the solitude
Began ere long to pay the bitter pain

That their new way of life brought with it in its train.

29.

On Monnema the apprehended ill

Came first; the matron sunk beneath the weight

Of a strong malady, whose force no skill

In healing might avert, or mitigate.
Yet happy in her children's safe estate

Her thankfulness for them she still exprest;

And yielding then complacently to fate,

With Christian rites her passing hour was blest, And with a Christian's hope she was consign'd to rest.