Whene'er Thy mosque'T trod heard my, sabre sigh, "There is no God but God 5 Believe in Him or die Abdul the Bless'd You must Pursue the Prophet's patl Up! slake the eager lust Of God's avenging wrath Islam a dreadful call Long, long I made delay.
My back is at the wall Look, Lord; I stand at bay "The eagles throng," T cried, "Expecting me to die The Powers my throne deride 5 Tam the Sick Man, I!"
But there my troops were ranked, weapon to my hand And still my sabre clankesl, "Go forth, and purge the land At last Mahommed's sword, The Key of Heaven ant Hell, Tadvow and at my word 'A hundred thousand fell, God-hated s in their day, Foul cumberers of the earth Now theirs is ours; and they, Fuel for Shetan's hearth.
Though journalists proclaimed What things were at the worst 5 Though Ministers were blamed "Though poets sang and cursed Though priests in ey church Prayed God to the right, Goal left them in the lurch 5 They were afraid to fight Words, words they slung; while we, Indifferent to the cost, Falfilled God's high decree Tu slaughtering the lost.
The Powers blasphemed beneath Above Heayeu smiled delight Ho Europe gnashed her teeth And Greece began to bite.
They fell into the pit fey dug for our dismay; The biter soon was bit The spoilers are our prey
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