A hundred years have winged their flight
O'er princely Agra's lofty towers,
A hundred years of sunshine bright
Have revelled through its summer bowers—
Those circling suns have seen the ray
Of Moslem glory fade away.
And where the crescent reared on high
Its badge of golden blazonry,
And turbaned monarchs proudly gave
Their laws to each obedient slave,
The warriors of the western world
The red cross banner have unfurled.
Mingled with mosques and minarets,
O'er Christian spires the sun's beam sets,
And strangers from a foreign strand
Rule unopposed the conquered land.
Yet still where Jumna's chrystal tide
In many a breeze-curled wave meanders,
And where its sparkling currents glide
Through clustering tufts of Oleanders,
