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.