Poems on Several Occasions With Anne Boleyn to King Henry VIII. An Epistle. By Mrs. Elizabeth Tollet. The Second Edition |
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PSALM CXXXVII. |
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PSALM CXXXVII.
I
Beside where fam'd Euphrates flows,Thy dear Remembrance urg'd our Woes;
Thee Solyma! our Tears deplore,
The Great! the Glorious! now no more:
Our silent Harp, untun'd, unstrung,
Upon the hoary Willows hung.
II
Our haughty Lords, insulting throng,In barb'rous Mirth demand a Song:
Such tuneful Airs, melodious Strains,
As ill agree with servile Chains;
Such Songs as us'd of old to sound,
O'er Sion's Courts and hallow'd Ground.
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III
And can we then, celestial King!Thy Hymns in hateful Exile sing!
Thee, Sion! if my Thoughts forego,
Thy Glories past, thy present Woe,
May then, with Palsies numb'd and chill,
My better Hand forget her Skill.
IV
O Solyma! if ever partThy honour'd Image from my Heart,
Fix'd to my Palate may my Tongue
For ever motionless be hung:
If any Joy my Bosom know
Superior to so just a Woe.
V
O may celestial Ire apaceInvolve Idume's cruel Race!
Think, Lord! what they presum'd to say,
When Sion saw her latest Day:
They bad her levell'd Pride confound;
And raze her Turret to the Ground.
VI
Daughter of Babel doom'd to knowThe pining Waste of meager Woe!
O! happy he who shall repay
The Vengeance of that signal Day:
And happy he by whom are thrown
Thy Infants on the rugged Stone.
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