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. |