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the mosque, etc.
Rises the haughty Omar's noble fane.
And spring up all thy glories claim!
Thy prototype most proudly rises now,
Grand in its fast decay o'er Judah's brow.
Like thee its minarets and lofty towers,
All still rise, as when amidst thy power
Thou stoodst the mystic type of future bliss,
Of higher joys and purer happiness.
Yet still doth the alien Mosque arise,
Pointing her white dome towards the skies;
Its pinnacles are uprising as thine before
Rose up in far mightier grandeur of yore.
Christ o'er the powers of evil did prevail,
And Satan from thee he turned to fail;
On some lone mountain's high and craggy brow,
Far in the wilderness, and e'en forgotten now.
Ah! alien Mosque, who in thine exalted state,
Uprises on the now more sadly fallen great!
And spring up all thy glories claim!
Thy prototype most proudly rises now,
Grand in its fast decay o'er Judah's brow.
Like thee its minarets and lofty towers,
All still rise, as when amidst thy power
Thou stoodst the mystic type of future bliss,
Of higher joys and purer happiness.
Yet still doth the alien Mosque arise,
Pointing her white dome towards the skies;
Its pinnacles are uprising as thine before
Rose up in far mightier grandeur of yore.
Christ o'er the powers of evil did prevail,
And Satan from thee he turned to fail;
On some lone mountain's high and craggy brow,
Far in the wilderness, and e'en forgotten now.
Ah! alien Mosque, who in thine exalted state,
Uprises on the now more sadly fallen great!
