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.