THE RUSSIAN'S DREAM.
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When the Patriarch welcomes our Lord, the Czar,
To the Cæsars' ancient throne!
To the Cæsars' ancient throne!
In the sky of the south, at midnight,
We have seen God's flaming sign,
And we know He will drive the Moslem horde,
In wrath, from his sacred shrine!
Silent will be the muezzin
As the sun on Asia sets;
Folded the crescent banner;
Crumbled the minarets.
Then, under that dome of glory,
Victorious chants we 'll raise,
While the saints look down with loving eyes,
And the gems of the altar blaze!
Hail to the day when the Eagles
And the Cross shall gain their own,
As the Patriarch welcomes our Lord, the Czar,
To the Cæsars' ancient throne!
We have seen God's flaming sign,
And we know He will drive the Moslem horde,
In wrath, from his sacred shrine!
Silent will be the muezzin
As the sun on Asia sets;
Folded the crescent banner;
Crumbled the minarets.
Then, under that dome of glory,
Victorious chants we 'll raise,
While the saints look down with loving eyes,
And the gems of the altar blaze!
Hail to the day when the Eagles
And the Cross shall gain their own,
As the Patriarch welcomes our Lord, the Czar,
To the Cæsars' ancient throne!
