|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.