Poems (Proctor)/Kazan
KAZAN.
Kazan looks down from the Volga wall, Bright in the darkest weather;And the Christian chime and the Moslem call Sound from her towers together.
Shrine of the Golden Horde was she; Boast of the proud Bokhara;And her fame was wafted over the sea, And sung in the far Sahara.
Woe to her Faith and her turbaned Lord: The Cross and the Russ were stronger;Her splendors now are the Czar's reward, And her Khans are kings no longer!
Yet still she looks from the Volga wall, Bright in the darkest weather;And the Christian chime and the Moslem call Sound from her towers together.