"Blessed are the meek for they shall in-hent the earth."
(With some remorse for R.K. and Tung God of Mankind, unknown of old, Delighting not in carnage-wine, Nor offering of burnt town and wold, Teach the New Hebrew not to whine, Nor with mock-modesty to whet His appetite for markets yet.
The desert Dervish fights and dies, "Tis obstinacy on his part To deem that Faith as truly lies In Afab as in British heart And well the Chosen Race should set Its heel on such presumption yet The altars and the shrines of Spain With votive wax and chanted prayer Were bright and tuneful, all in vain, The suppliant found no favour there But o'er the sea the Yankee saith God granted triumph to his fulth.
Invoked in vain by men who pray Not gainst Thy scorning but Thine ire, Who fain would prove their will Thy way And whose humilities aspire, Lord God of Guests, hast ever met 'A mecker than the Saxon yet 7
'His wars are righteous for he takes 'The chattels of a feebler foo Bierely for those same chattels' sakes—(At least his claim was always so) And to retain what he may get He rarely ever doth forget.
'He dubs his rivals decadent,'
And when their commerce cuts hin' close He uttereth a wild lament 'That they are treading on his toes His fiction, in the main, is pure Altho' it be not literature.
For stolid face that no disgust Betrays when taken off his guard, For flinging sentiment. crust Or trespass " reprisal hard, The Saxon aye holds the award "Mid_leaser breeds" and " Gentiles,"
Lord!
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.