XXXVIII.

Land of Albania! where Iskander rose,[138] Theme of the young, and beacon of the wise,[139] And he his namesake, whose oft-baffled foes Shrunk from his deeds of chivalrous emprize: Land of Albania! let me bend mine eyes[11.B.] On thee, thou rugged Nurse of savage men! The Cross descends, thy Minarets arise, And the pale Crescent sparkles in the glen, Through many a cypress-grove within each city's ken.