CONSTANTINOPLE

By John Collings Squire

Does the church stand I raised

Against the unchristened East?

Still do my ancient altars bear

The sacrificial feast?

My jewels are they bright,

My marbles and my paint,

Wherewith I glorified the Lord

And many a martyred Saint?

And does my dome still float

Above the Golden Horn?

And do my priests on Christmas Day

Still sing that Christ was born?