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The foolish Roman fondly thought / That gods must be the same to all, / Each alien idol might be brought / Within their broad Pantheon Hall. / The vision of a jealous Jove / Was far above their feeble ken; / They had no Lord who gave them love, / But scowled upon all other men.
But in our dispensation bright, / What noble progress have we made! / We know that we are in the light, / And outer races in the shade. / Our kindly creed ensures us this -- / That Turk and infidel and Jew / Are safely banished from the bliss / That's guaranteed to me and you.