The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-06-07

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800" tAt the conquest of eranida by Ferdinand and
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sones SSa as o i his sS SepaT greatness sweS
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height rom VIII elh The MORRIS No9Iish o,ief took bis SAD
memorated % by poeleq titie Of i 6lIimo susplTo
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Twas the hour of sunset days parting ray
fingered family but fondIy DER mountain and
~ For ciSud, Hoated darkly in heavens blue dome,
And shadows tell fast on the Saracens home.
The stare Mahomet which brightly had shone
In radiynt glory, undimmed and alone,
..... Was seting in darkness no more to arise
On tb land of Granada to gladden. her SKIES
The christian in triumph his standard unfurled,
And with shouts of delight from each mnaret
TIE Mosem's loved crescent to glisten no
IA the sunlight OF Spain, as for ages before.
7he silver cross shines from Alhambra's nigh
The grateful Tie Deum is chantcd with power,
The vctors rejoice in their coveted prize,
And loud hallelujahs ascend to the SKIES
.5 Behold, from the city, sorrowfu band
o exrles go forth from their dearly loved land
~ And silently seek for some desolate spot,
~ Where unseen they may weep oer their miserable
Tbet pause at the top of a far rock height,
Ang turn with hearts bursting to take the last
oGGrsnada's fair palace, their ancestors throne,
Her temples and mosques, no y no longer their
Overcome with the thought, the proud chieftain
.. is bowed,
m~' And Weeping gives vent to his sorrows aloud:-
,-a 10 beautiful city in glory renowned,
For centuries past with magnl6cence crowned,
Oh, hog art thou fallen thy sons all in vain
Have srtven to save thee, our fathers domain;
-7F The Christian has conquered; twas Aah's
We byw to his will while we sorrow for thee.
'' 'No more through thy halls shall resound the
No Iore Shall Thy streets to our children belong;
No pore the muezzn shall call US to prayer,
Butmusic unsancuted ever be there.
E'e now in the twilight behold the grey or oss
RDe proudly in trium ph to mock at our loss
.t AID borne on the breeze the faint chime of the
bells, ..tt ~
u the listening ear, of our misery tells.
'. 20 son of Mahometl have woes like to thine
Fer fallen on mortas from destiny5 shrine2
Oh dark is the future, poor eXiles we roam,
And the fate ofthe captive may yet be our DOOM
Farewell, loved Granada, no more the brave
Moor
In the mosque of his fathers, shall Allah adore
Bat whereer he shall wander thy name shall
And sacrediy cherished, till death shall draw
sob, fondly we hoped when life's struggle was
past
l. Its conflicts and victories won to the last
That thy beautiful soil, where we first drew our
breath,
Might cover our ashes when silent in death.
But alas the VAN nope now IN sadness expires,
' Far, far from this spot, from the graves of our
a zen s-. sres
From the home of our childhood and all we love
- --H best,
., Broken-hesrted and weary, we'll lie down to
rest.N
.7.-. , .l.. ...
.l The shadows of evening were deepening apace,
And stiffness reigned over that desolate place
The stars one by one, from their ocean OF blue,
In sympathy twinked their parting adieu-
While family was heard the sad chietain's low
tone,
The plying wind answering back with a moan
The hill tops around caught the sound from afar
And echoed for aye 'the Last Sigh of the Moor"