A Collection of Miscellanies Consisting of Poems, Essays, Discourses & Letters, Occasionally Written. By John Norris ... The Second Edition Corrected |
A Collection of Miscellanies | ||
The 137 Psalm Paraphrased to the 7 Verse.
I
Beneath a reverend gloomy shade,Where Tigris and Euphrates cut their way,
With folded Arms and Heads supinely laid
We sate, and wept out all the tedious day,
Within its Banks Grief could not be
Contain'd, when, Sion, we remember'd thee.
II
Our Harps with which we oft have sungIn solemn strains the great Jehovah's praise,
Our warbling Harps upon the Trees we hung,
Too deep our grief to hear their pleasing Layes.
Our Harps were sad, as well as we,
And tho by Angels toucht, would yield no Harmony.
III
But they who forc'd us from our seat,The Happy Land, and sweet abode of Rest,
Had one way left to be more cuel yet,
And ask'd a Song from hearts with grief opprest.
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IV
How can we frame our voice to singThe Hymns of Joy, Festivity and Praise
To those who're Aliens to our Heavenly King,
And want a taste for such exalted Layes?
Our Harps will here refuse to sound;
An Holy Song is due to Holy ground.
V
No, dearest Sion, if we canSo far forget thy melancholy state
As now thou mourn'st, to sing one chearful strain,
This ill be added to our Ebb of Fate;
Let neither Hap nor Voice e're try
One Hallelujah more, but ever silent lye.
A Collection of Miscellanies | ||