An endless line of splendor, <br />These troops with heaven for home, <br />With creeds they go from Scotland, <br />With incense go from Rome. <br />These, in the name of Jesus, <br />Against the dark gods stand, <br />They gird the earth with valor, <br />They heed their King's command. <br /> <br />Onward the line advances, <br />Shaking the hills with power, <br />Slaying the hidden demons, <br />The lions that devour. <br />No bloodshed in the wrestling, — <br />But souls new-born arise — <br />The nations growing kinder, <br />The child-hearts growing wise. <br /> <br />What is the final ending? <br />The issue, can we know? <br />Will Christ outlive Mohammed? <br />Will Kali's altar go? <br />This is our faith tremendous, — <br />Our wild hope, who shall scorn, — <br />That in the name of Jesus <br />The world shall be reborn!<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foreign-missions-in-battle-array/
