English poem
On Jordan's Banks
by Lord Byron
On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray, On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray, The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep-- Yet there--even there--Oh God! thy thunders sleep:
There--where thy finger scorched the tablet stone! There--where thy shadow to thy people shone! Thy glory shrouded in its garb of fire: Thyself--none living see and not expire!
Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear; Sweep from his shivered hand the oppressor's spear! How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod? How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God?
More by Lord Byron
- On a Cornelian Heart Which Was Broken
- On a Distant View of the Village and School of Harrow on the Hill, 1806
- On a Royal Visit to the Vaults. or Caesar's Discovery of C.I. and H. 8. in Ye Same Vault
- On Being Asked What Was the "Origin of Love."
- On Leaving Newstead Abbey
- On Lord Thurlow's Poems
- On Moore's Last Operatic Farce, or Farcical Opera
- On My Thirty-Third Birthday