Robert Ferguson - "See where the pilgrim bound for Mecca's shrine" lyrics

See where the pilgrim bound for Mecca's shrine Yon weary steps and way-worn robes proclaim, Is not his pilgrimage akin to mine? Is not our errand somewhat of the same? For not even Mecca's venerated name Nor yet Medina where the prophet lies, Receives the homage, nor can boast the fame Of those dim tombs that now before me rise. Alas! proud city--and is this the sight That first attracts the distant stranger's gaze? Nor fort, nor palace, tells the Moslem's might; Alone the giant tombs of other days, Obscure and shadowy in the early light, As clouds on the horizon he surveys.