Poems written in jail


 * I must

Speak of God in whom
 * I trust.

In him I have room
 * To hope.
 * The rope

Threatens my life; but Thank God, I fear not.

There is a very fine perfume Of truth, in the church of England! The Blessed Virgin, I presume, Occupies therein, a great Stand. She is honor'd as the mother Of Jesus Christ! She is the Queen Whose sweet prayers have always been Successfull near God the Father.
 * Louis "David" Riel

Prophet of the new world, I Do the work of the Most High. I assert it with no pride. I live in humility. Is there any one to side With me? Yes. Sincerity Will gather up its recruits. And we will soon taste its fruits.
 * Louis "David" Riel

The morning dew, with silver drops, Never shines as much as the word Of the Preacher who developed The blessed teachings of the Lord.

Happy is the congregation Which obeys, with true devotion, The sermons of its Minister, For the Sake of Christ, the Master!
 * Louis "David" Riel