Thy tamed Man as he lives, Thy Son of Japhet, nay Thy new true-Christened King, the follower of Thy Christ, Who sweareth by Thy name and his own mailed fist That Thou art Lord of all and he the Lord of Thee, Heaven's instrument ordained to teach integrity. Thinkest Thou the _man_ is changed, the _ape_ that in him is Because his limbs are clothed which went in shamelessness? Are his lusts bridled more because his parts are hid? Nay, Lord, he doeth to-day as those forefathers did, Only in greater guile. I will tell Thee his full worth, This Man's, the latest born, Thy creature from his birth Who lords it now, a king, this white Man's who hath pressed All Earth to his sole bondage and supreme behest, This Man of all Mankind. Behold him in Thy place, Administering the World, vicegerent of Thy grace And agent named of Thee, the symbol and the sign Of Thy high will on Earth and purposing divine, Clothed in his robes of power. Whence was he? What is he That he asserteth thus his hand's supremacy? His lineage what? Nay, Lord, he cometh of that mad stem Harder in act than Ham's, more subtle than of Shem, The red Japhetic stock of the bare plains which rolled A base born horde on Rome erewhile in lust of gold, Tide following tide, the Goth, Gaul, Vandal, Lombard, Hun, Spewed forth from the white North to new dominion In the fair southern lands, with famine at their heel And rapine in their van, armed to the lips with steel. These made their spoil of all, the pomp of the world's power, Its wealth, its beauty stored, all Rome's imperial dower, Her long renown, her skill, her art, her cultured fame, And with the rest her faiths bearing the Christian name. From this wild bitter root of violent lust and greed New Christendom upsprang, a pagan blood-stained creed, Pagan in spite of Christ, for the old gods cast down Still ruled it in men's hearts and lured them to renown, Ay in Thy name, Lord God, by glamour of the sword, And for Thy dead Son's sake, as in the days abhorred. Like bulls they strove, they slew, like wolves they seized the prey, The hungriest strongest first, and who should say them nay. After the Goth the Gaul, after the Gaul the Dane, Kings in descent from Thor, peace sued to them in vain. Thou knowest, Lord God, their story. It is writ in blood, The blood of beast and man, by their brute hands subdued, Down to the latest born, the hungriest of the pack, The master wolf of all men call the Sassenach, The Anglo-Norman dog, who goeth by land and sea As his forefathers went in chartered piracy, Death, fire in his right hand. THE LORD GOD Satan, once more beware. Thy tongue hath a wide license, yet it runneth far. This Anglo-Saxon man hath a fair name with some. He standeth in brave repute, a priest of Christendom, First in civility, so say the Angel host Who speak of him with awe as one that merits most.