The land of deathless song was won.
The desert waste before him rolled,
And haughty Mam’lukes bit the ground;
Old Cairo reared her mosques of gold,
And Nile returned his bugle’s sound.
The doors of centuries opened wide
Before the master spirit’s blows,
And flapped his eagles’ wings in pride
Above the time-dried Pharoahs.
Then northward moved his chainless soul,