Preaching of Islam in the West

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.