Shall sentiment challenge thy claims, L. S. D.?
Our pictures may go without serious plaint—
What are the best pictures but canvas and paint?
Our Press? Let the alien toff take his pick.
When the Dollar dictates shall mere patriots kick?
Our hills and our forests? If Oil-kings appear,
And want them—for cash—as preserves for their deer.
Down, down with mere pride—so they're down with the dust!
Mammon's word is the great categorical Must!
The Dollar's Almighty, the Millionnaire's King!