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PSALM CXXXVII.

By Babylon streams we sat us down and wept,
When we remembered Zion mournfully;
As for our harps, we hanged them up
Upon the willow trees that grew thereby.
Then they that led us captive asked of us
A song, and melody in our dreary day;
Come sing us one of Zion's songs—
How can we sing the Lord's song far away?
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,
Let my right hand forget her best employ;
Let my tongue cleave unto my mouth,
If I prefer not thee to all my joy.
Remember, Lord, remember Edom's sons,
How they stood round and shouted in their mirth,
At the dark day of Jerusalem—
Down with it, down with it, even to the earth.

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Daughter of Babylon, thy doom is sealed—
Yea, happy he who deals thee recompense;
And dasheth down upon the stones
With ruthless hands thy helpless innocents.