Through all the Western politeia religion withers to the roots; For the white man, ties of blood and race are all he knows of brotherhood— A Brahmin, in Britannia’s sight, ascends no higher in life’s scale Because the creed of the Messiah has numbered him with its recruits; All Britain one day might embrace Muhammad’s doctrine, if she would, And yet the Mohammedan, luckless wight, Be left as now beyond the pale. |