Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be, <br />I need not have wander'd from far Galilee; <br />It was but abjuring my creed to efface <br />The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race. <br /> <br />If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee! <br />If the slave only sin, thou art spotless and free! <br />If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high, <br />Live on in thy faith, but in mine I will die. <br /> <br />I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, <br />As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know; <br />In his hand is my heart and my hope - and in thine <br />The land and the life which for him I resign.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/were-my-bosom-as-false-as-thou-deem-st-it-to-be/
