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Nor Islam's hate, though at Moscow's gate
 The stormy bugles blow!
Fair will her eagle-banners float
 Above Sophia's dome,
When heaven shall bring her righteous Czar
 In triumph to his Rome;
And Constantine and Helena
 Will "Alleluia!" cry,
To see the cross victorious
 In their imperial sky.
Ah! what a day when all the way
 To Marmora's sunny sea—
From Finland's snows to fields of rose—
 Shall Holy Russia be!