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George Gordon Byron - The Wild Gazelle
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The wild gazelle on Judah`s hills, 
Exulting yet may bound, 
And drink from all the living rills 
That gush on holy ground: 
Its airy step and glorious eye 
May glance in tameless transport by.: — 

A step as fleet, an eye more bright, 
Hath Judah witness`d there; 
And o`er her scenes of lost delight 
Inhabitants more fair, 
The cedars wave on Lebanon, 
But Judah`s statelier maids are gone! 

More blest each palm that shades those plains 
Than Israel`s scatter`d race: 
For, taking root, it there remains 
In solitary grace: 
It cannot quit the place of birth, 
It will not live in other earth. 

But we must wander witheringly, 
      In other lands to die; 
And where our fathers` ashes be, 
Our own may never lie: 
Our temple hath not left a stone. 
And Mockery sits on Salem`s throne.
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