Yes, Kultur, the German Juggernaut, has passed this way. There is no mistaking the foul track of his chariot-wheels.
Kultur is the German God. But there is a greater God still. He sees it all. He speaks,—
“Was it for this I died?—
—Black clouds of smoke that veil the sight of heaven;
Black piles of stones which yesterday were homes;
And raw black heaps which once were villages;
Fair towns in ashes, spoiled to suage thy spleen;
My temples desecrate, My priests out-cast:—
Black ruin everywhere, and red,—a land
All swamped with blood, and savaged raw and bare;