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By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept by Lord Byron

            1
We sat down and wept by the waters
    Of Babel, and thought of the day
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters,
    Made Salem's high places his prey;
And ye, oh her desolate daughters!
    Were scattered all weeping away.

            2
While sadly we gazed on the river
    Which rolled on in freedom below,
They demanded the song; but, oh never
    That triumph the stranger shall know!
May this right hand be withered for ever,
    Ere it string our high harp for the foe!

            3
On the willow that harp is suspended,
    Oh Salem!┬áits sound should be free;
And the hour when thy glories were
            ended
    But left me that token of thee:
And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended
    With the voice of the spoiler by me!


See Psalm 137