Poems written in jail

I mustSpeak of God in whomI trust.In him I have roomTo hope.The ropeThreatens my life; butThank God, I fear not.

There is a very fine perfumeOf truth, in the church of England!The Blessed Virgin, I presume,Occupies therein, a great Stand.She is honor'd as the motherOf Jesus Christ! She is the QueenWhose sweet prayers have always beenSuccessfull near God the Father.Louis "David" Riel

Prophet of the new world, IDo the work of the Most High.I assert it with no pride.I live in humility.Is there any one to sideWith me? Yes. SincerityWill 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 wordOf the Preacher who developedThe blessed teachings of the Lord.———Happy is the congregationWhich obeys, with true devotion,The sermons of its Minister,For the Sake of Christ, the Master!Louis "David" Riel