An endless line of splendor, These troops with heaven for home, With creeds they go from Scotland, With incense go from Rome. These, in the name of Jesus, Against the dark gods stand, They gird the earth with valor, They heed their King's command. Onward the line advances, Shaking the hills with power, Slaying the hidden demons, The lions that devour. No bloodshed in the wrestling, -- But souls new-born arise -- The nations growing kinder, The child-hearts growing wise. What is the final ending? The issue, can we know? Will Christ outlive Mohammed? Will Kali's altar go? This is our faith tremendous, -- Our wild hope, who shall scorn, -- That in the name of Jesus The world shall be reborn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EPITAPH ON DIOPHANTUS by JAMES HAY BEATTIE CAELIA: SONNETS: 10 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS by ROBERT BURNS |