How rich is Britain! Not indeed in mines,

Or peace or plenty, corn or oil, or wines!

No land of Canaan, full of milk and honey,

Nor (save in paper shekels) ready money;

Not let us not to own the truth refuse,

Was ever Christian land so rich in Jews?

All states, all things, all sovereigns they control,

And waft a loan from ‘Indus to the pole’.

The banker-broker-baron-brethren, speed,

To aid these bankrupt tyrants in their need.

Nor these alone; Columbia feels no less,

Fresh speculation follow each success . . .

Not without Abraham’s seed can Russia march;

Tis gold, not steel, that scars the conqueror’s arch.

Two Jews – but not Samaritans – direct,

The World, with all the spirit of their sect . . .

On Shylock’s shore behold them stand afresh,

To cut from nations hearts their ‘pound of flesh’.