EMIR of Heaven, Fatima's gorgeous heir,

Thou golden-scimitar'd Aldebaran,

Who, since the million-tented world began,

Hast journeyed slow through desert night, and there,

In pilgrimage unhalting, dost repair

To some celestial Mecca unknown of man--

Look down from thine eternal caravan

On earth's dim mosque, with Time's pale minarets fair,

And shower harmonious influences around

Yon myriads of Mohammed's faithful ones

O'er whom this Empire folds a fostering wing,

That, whensoe'er to their last orisons

Life's last muezzin calls them, they be found

Starry with praise from prophet and from king!