Cahills! do what you will at home,
Order’d, or order’d not, by Rome.
Teach Innocence the deeds of Shame,
Question her, what each act, each name?
Hear patiently, where, how, how often,
Ere ghostly commination soften.
Brawl, bidding civil discord cease;
Murder, to please the Prince of Peace.
For Him who sees thro’ worlds set spies,
And guard the throne of Truth with lies.
Only, where Treason tempts you, pause,
And leave us house and home and laws.