text:  An idol to the People be! A foe our Order frowns on thee! For in thy heart superb and vain A hell-worm laidlier than the slain To discord which engenders death Poisons each thought with baleful breath! That hell-worm is the stubborn Will-- Oh! What were man and nations worth If each his own desire fulfil And law be banish'd from the earth? "_Valour_ the Heathen gives to story-- _Obedience_ is the Christian's glory; And on that soil our Saviour-God As the meek low-born mortal trod