And while you have mesmerised them thus,
With eyes, to the upward sky,
"You can plot, exploit, and sneak, and trick,
And cram your wallet, with wares,
And earthly stocks, as you boom the run,
On the New Jerusalem shares,
You can rob the widow, and orphan child;
But reputably go to church,
And if, by the clogging of circumstance,
Your pinched, in the doomdock lurch,