Palestine
Via Dolorosa
A league-long line of mountains:Some fertile plains:Bright, rippling, purling fountains,After the rains.Vast valleys, lorn and lonely;Smiling and green:Dead cities, telling onlyWhat might have been.
A league-long line of mountains:Some fertile plains:Bright, rippling, purling fountains,After the rains.Vast valleys, lorn and lonely;Smiling and green:Dead cities, telling onlyWhat might have been.
A league-long line of mountains:Some fertile plains:Bright, rippling, purling fountains,After the rains.Vast valleys, lorn and lonely;Smiling and green:Dead cities, telling onlyWhat might have been.
A league-long line of mountains:
Some fertile plains:
Bright, rippling, purling fountains,
After the rains.
Vast valleys, lorn and lonely;
Smiling and green:
Dead cities, telling only
What might have been.
“Tower of the Forty”
A weary, stricken people,So long enslaved;A spire and broken steeple,By lanes ill-paved:A thousand superstitions;A hundred creeds;The beggars’ vain petitionsThat no one heeds.
A weary, stricken people,So long enslaved;A spire and broken steeple,By lanes ill-paved:A thousand superstitions;A hundred creeds;The beggars’ vain petitionsThat no one heeds.
A weary, stricken people,So long enslaved;A spire and broken steeple,By lanes ill-paved:A thousand superstitions;A hundred creeds;The beggars’ vain petitionsThat no one heeds.
A weary, stricken people,
So long enslaved;
A spire and broken steeple,
By lanes ill-paved:
A thousand superstitions;
A hundred creeds;
The beggars’ vain petitions
That no one heeds.
MOSQUE OF OMAR
MOSQUE OF OMAR
MOSQUE OF OMAR
A field of poppies blazing:Orchids new-born:A wealth of flowers amazingFringing the corn:A line of camels stringingAcross the brae:The skylark sweetly singing,To welcome day.A home of races, mingledGentile and Jew:Women with veilèd faces:Rogues, not a few.A Sacred Land, and Holy:Beersheba to Dan;Where once a King so lowlyLived as a man.A land of milk and honey,In Moses’ day:A place of paper moneySince Abdul’s sway:A prophets’ land and sages’,By right divine:The heir of all the Ages,Poor Palestine!!“TROOPER BLUEGUM.”
A field of poppies blazing:Orchids new-born:A wealth of flowers amazingFringing the corn:A line of camels stringingAcross the brae:The skylark sweetly singing,To welcome day.A home of races, mingledGentile and Jew:Women with veilèd faces:Rogues, not a few.A Sacred Land, and Holy:Beersheba to Dan;Where once a King so lowlyLived as a man.A land of milk and honey,In Moses’ day:A place of paper moneySince Abdul’s sway:A prophets’ land and sages’,By right divine:The heir of all the Ages,Poor Palestine!!“TROOPER BLUEGUM.”
A field of poppies blazing:Orchids new-born:A wealth of flowers amazingFringing the corn:A line of camels stringingAcross the brae:The skylark sweetly singing,To welcome day.
A field of poppies blazing:
Orchids new-born:
A wealth of flowers amazing
Fringing the corn:
A line of camels stringing
Across the brae:
The skylark sweetly singing,
To welcome day.
A home of races, mingledGentile and Jew:Women with veilèd faces:Rogues, not a few.A Sacred Land, and Holy:Beersheba to Dan;Where once a King so lowlyLived as a man.
A home of races, mingled
Gentile and Jew:
Women with veilèd faces:
Rogues, not a few.
A Sacred Land, and Holy:
Beersheba to Dan;
Where once a King so lowly
Lived as a man.
A land of milk and honey,In Moses’ day:A place of paper moneySince Abdul’s sway:A prophets’ land and sages’,By right divine:The heir of all the Ages,Poor Palestine!!
A land of milk and honey,
In Moses’ day:
A place of paper money
Since Abdul’s sway:
A prophets’ land and sages’,
By right divine:
The heir of all the Ages,
Poor Palestine!!
“TROOPER BLUEGUM.”
“TROOPER BLUEGUM.”
SOME SOUVENIR(AN AUSTRALIAN TROOPER WITH GERMAN HELMET)By James McBey. British Official Artist
SOME SOUVENIR(AN AUSTRALIAN TROOPER WITH GERMAN HELMET)By James McBey. British Official Artist
SOME SOUVENIR(AN AUSTRALIAN TROOPER WITH GERMAN HELMET)By James McBey. British Official Artist