Explore "Short Ballad and Postscript on Consols" by Hilaire Belloc on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I. Gigantic daughter of the West / (The phrase is Tennysonian), who / From this unconquerable breast / The vigorous milk of Freedom drew / -- We gave it freely -- shall the crest / Of Empire in your keeping true, / Shall England -- I forget the rest, / But Consols are at 82.
II. Now why should any one invest, / As even City people do / (His Lordship did among the rest), / When stocks -- but what is that to you?