On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray, <br />On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray, <br />The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep - <br />Yet there - even there - Oh God! thy thunders sleep: <br /> <br />There - where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone! <br />There - where thy shadow to thy people shone! <br />Thy glory shrouded in its garb of fire: <br />Thyself - none living see and not expire! <br /> <br />Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear; <br />Sweep from his shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear! <br />How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod? <br />How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God?<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-jordan-s-banks/
