Still, He will make the wrath of men to serve Him, and He will gird the soldier to execute His purposes, unconsciously, it may be, as He girded and used Cyrus the Persian: 'I girded thee, though thou hast not known Me' (Isa. xlv. 5). In spite of the failure of the Churches, He is setting up His kingdom of Brotherhood and righteousness in the earth. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. He hath sounded out the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement-seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet; Our God is marching on. I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom which transfigures you and me. As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free, While God is marching on. VII THE CHIMNEY-POTS OF LONDON I will not cease from mental fight Or let the sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land. BLAKE. VII THE CHIMNEY-POTS OF LONDON There is some very fine architecture in London, and buildings which reveal some of the finest workmanship in the world, for the London craftsmen are famous. But all this is crowned with the craziest collection of chimney-pots. Sometimes the brickwork of the chimneys is built from one angle to another above the roof; like a zigzag, and then surmounted on the same building with chimney-pots of different designs and heights, pointing, too, in different directions, and again capped with many weird contrivances to make them _draw_. They are certainly _out of drawing_, as any artist will confess. There are machines that whirl in the wind and by their mad circling withdraw the smoke, and there are _cowls_ that move with the wind, swinging in such a direction that the wind cannot blow down the chimney. There are _hoods_, and tin monstrosities that rear their ugliness over palaces, and there are chimneys that have been built up so much higher than the original ending, that in their fresh start to the sky they spoil the sky view as well as the contour of the building. There are beautiful chimneys, which begin well, but have to be assisted to do their work by horrible tin extensions soaring into the air.