PSALM CXXXVII. Joseph Cockfield Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1137 K093079.004 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. IV. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 136-137. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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PSALM CXXXVII . BY THE SAME . WHere the fair streams of fam'd Euphrates stray , And make the vales of Babylonia gay , On the green borders of the silver flood , Judea's exil'd mournful children stood : A pensive band , opprest with grief severe , For Zion's fate they shed the frequent tear ; Their silent harps , so tuneful late , unstrung , High on the branches of the willows hung ; When lo ! their enemies demand the strains That erst resounded sweet on Judah's plains . — How shall these songs , Jehovah , Sovereign King ! In this strange clime thy captive people sing ? Let my right hand forget the note to play , Let my mute tongue forget to tune the lay , If e'er my thought neglectful , faithless roves , From thee , O Salem ! and thy sacred groves : But , mighty Lord ! remember thou their seed , Who bade thy city mourn , thy people bleed ! Shall not e'er long proud Babel's turrets fall , And in her fair streets noisome reptiles crawl ; Her haughty warriors pale and breathless lie , Dash'd on the stones her helpless infants die , The woes we suffer be to her repaid , And all her glory sunk in everlasting shade ?