The Shrines of Moscow

Edna Dean Proctor

ABOVE each gate a blessed saint
  Asks favor of the skies,
And the hosts of the foe do fail and faint
  At the gleam of their watchful eyes;
And Pole and Tartar and haughty Gaul
Flee, dismayed, from the Kremlin wall.
Here lie our ancient czars, asleep,—
  Ivan and Feodor,—
While loving angels round them keep
  Sweet peace forevermore!
Only when Easter bells ring loud,
They sign the cross beneath the shroud.
O, Troitsa’s altar is divine,—
  St. Sergius! hear our prayers!
And Kiëff, Olga’s lofty shrine,
  The name of “The Holy” bears;
But Moscow blends all rays in one,—
They are the stars, and she the sun!

Main Location:

Moscow, Russia