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| HAIL to the glorious morning | |
| When the Cross again shall shine | |
| On the summit of Saint Sophia, | |
| O city of Constantine! | |
| And that day of sack and slaughter | 5 |
| When the wild, despairing cries | |
| Of “Kyrie Eleison!” fainter | |
| Went wailing up to the skies, | |
| Shall be lost in the splendid triumph | |
| As the Church reclaims her own, | 10 |
| And the Patriarch welcomes our Lord the Czar | |
| To the Cæsars’ ancient throne! | |
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| In the sky of the south, at midnight, | |
| We have seen God’s flaming sign, | |
| And we know he will drive the Moslem horde, | 15 |
| As chaff, from his sacred shrine! | |
| Silent will be the muezzin | |
| As the sun on Asia sets; | |
| Folded the crescent banner; | |
| Crumbled the minarets. | 20 |
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| Then in the grand Cathedral | |
| 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 | 25 |
| And the Cross shall gain their own, | |
| As the Patriarch welcomes our Lord the Czar | |
| To the Cæsars’ ancient throne! | |
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