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A hundred years have winged their flight O'er princely Agra's lofty towers, A hundred years of sunshine bright Have revelled through its summer bowers— Those circling suns have seen the ray Of Moslem glory fade away. And where the crescent reared on high Its badge of golden blazonry, And turbaned monarchs proudly gave Their laws to each obedient slave, The warriors of the western world The red cross banner have unfurled. Mingled with mosques and minarets, O'er Christian spires the sun's beam sets, And strangers from a foreign strand Rule unopposed the conquered land. Yet still where Jumna's chrystal tide In many a breeze-curled wave meanders, And where its sparkling currents glide Through clustering tufts of Oleanders,