Factories stand in special areas, and around the city itself are rows of garden apartments. A great river winds to the sea. The daylight wanes and thousands of lights appear in the city. Windows in the homes glow. Lamps gleam on the river.
Searchlights pierce the darkness of the harbor.
Far overhead the stars come out, one by one, then in great companies. A strain of music plays, thin, flutelike, far away. This swells suddenly into a chorus of thousands of voices, singing a triumphant march, a thunderous paean of victory. High in the glowing heavens, strange dim figures appear. They advance, then change into ten marching columns, converging, in the tumult of rolling song, upon the metropolis.