But over the switch yard stands the Institute Guarded by lions on the avenue, Colossal lions standing for attack; Between whose feet luminous and resolute Children of the city passing through To palettes, compasses, the demoniac Spirit of the city shall subdue. Lions are in the loop and jackals too. They have no trainers but the alderman, Who uses them to hunt with, but in time The city shall behold its nobler plan Achieved by hands that rhyme, Workers who architect and build, And out of thought its substance re-arrange, Till all its prophecies shall be fulfilled. Through numbers, science and art The city shall know change, And win dominion over water and light, The cyclop's mastery of the mart; The devils overcome, Which stalk the squalid ways by night Of poverty and the slum, Where the crook is spawned, the burglar and the bum. These youths who pass the lions shall assuage The city's thirst and hunger, And save it from the wastage and the wage Of the demagogue, the precinct monger. IV This is the city of great doges hidden In guarded offices and country places. The city strives against the things forbidden By the doges, on whose faces The city at large never looks; Doges who could accomplish if they would In a month the city's beauty and good. Yet this city in a hundred years has risen Out of a haunt of foxes, wolves and rooks, And breaks asunder now the bars of the prison Of dead days and dying. It has spread For many a rood its boundaries, like the sprawled And fallen Hephaestos, and has tenanted Its neighborhoods increasing and unwalled With peoples from all lands. From Milwaukee Avenue to the populous mills Of South Chicago, from the Sheridan Drive Through forests where the water smiles To Harlem for miles and miles. It reaches out its hands, Powerful and alive With dreams to touch tomorrow, which it wills To dawn and which shall dawn.... And like lights that twinkle through the stench And putrid mist of abattoirs, Great souls are here, separate and withdrawn, Companionless, whom darkness cannot quench. Seeing they are the chrysalis which must feed Upon its own thoughts and the life to be, Its flight among the stars. Beauty is here, like half protected flowers, Blooms and will cast its multiplying seed, Until one mass of color shall succeed The shaley places of these arid hours. V