Away! 
Go exploit helpless Africa, where you have shamed the beast,
But understand, your cruel day is over in the East!”
You still have many things to learn, base worshippers of gold;
When you were wild barbarians, our Governments were old! 
Your self-conceit and arrogance we therefore laugh to scorn;
We had our laws millenniums before your courts were born. 
You talk by electricity, you ride on wings of steam,
You thunder with machinery,—­and these you proudly deem
The grandest triumphs of the race, forgetting that mere speed
In transference of men and things is less than one great deed.

You treat us condescendingly, as if our gifts were small,
But do you think Almighty God has dowered you with all? 
Earth’s greatest continent is ours; her highest mountains rise
In unapproached sublimity beneath our starry skies;
Ours, too, the cradle of the race; and at our Buddha’s shrine
Unequalled numbers of mankind adore him as divine. 
How dare you speak of Asian thought with pity or a sneer,
When practically all you know originated here? 
What had you been, if our ideals, in art and faith expressed,
Had not come down through Greece and Rome to civilize your West? 
The great religions of the world are all of Asian birth,
And thence went forth resistlessly to dominate the earth. 
Of six we granted one to you; and you profess its creeds,
But what a sorry travesty you make of it in deeds! 
The Christ taught love to enemies; His followers to-day
Have trained the whole male Christian world their fellow men to slay! 
The very Bible that you prize was writ by Asian hands;
Your prophets, saints, and patriarchs were all of Eastern lands;
The Son of God, as you believe, was born a humble Jew;
The Virgin Mother equally no other parents knew;
Yet you have robbed and tortured Jews, and murdered them at will
Through eighteen Christian centuries,—­are killing thousands still!

The “Star of Empire,” as you claim, has “westward” made its way;
But what if now in Eastern skies it heralds a new day? 
You fondly dreamed its brilliant course had ended there with you,
But on it moves, old lands to greet, and belt the globe anew! 
Its kindling rays revivify our nations, which have slept
While round the world our influence through you has slowly crept. 
The coming century’s great deeds lie not at Europe’s doors;
A grander stage awaits mankind,—­the vast Pacific’s shores;
And we not only skirt that sea from Tokyo to Saigon,
Our coastline fronts the western world from Syria to Ceylon! 
Again shall we supply to you the part of life you need;
Again your slaves of strenuous toil shall live at slower speed;
Once more, as pilgrims to a shrine, your chiefs shall come to me,
And learn of my philosophy, as children at my knee. 
You cannot cut me from your past, nor cancel what you owe
For all my sages gave to you two thousand years ago;
For after twenty centuries you think, and speak, and pray
Still much as I instructed you in Syria and Cathay. 
Keep you, then, the material, I hold the mental, realm;
For you the ship’s machinery, for me the guiding helm!