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THE CAPTIVE ISRAELITE.

“We hanged our harps upon the willows.” Psalm cxxxvii.

1

HOW shall we our grief express,
“When no Zion's towers we see!
“We, our harps, in heaviness,
“Hang upon the willow tree!

2

“Lords of Babylon, depart!
“Insults not on injuries heap!
“Pangs, untold, oppress our heart,
“When, at morn, we wake to weep!

3

“Ask us not for Israel's song!
“Ill becomes the sportive strain,
“When, to us, and ours, belong
“Sorrow, and the captive's chain!

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4

“Strangers, in a foreign land,
Now oppress'd, who once were free;
“We, our harps, by breezes fann'd,
“Hang upon the willow tree!

5

“Let the whispering winds awake,
“Airs that, but for them, might sleep;
We will not the stillness break;
We will solemn silence keep!

6

“Yet, the thought will sometimes rise,
“Sweet by Kedron's brook it were,
“At the morning sacrifice;
“At the evening hour of prayer;

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“While Jehovah we adore,
(“In his ways, the great profound!)
“Our divinest notes to pour,
“With responding thousands round!

8

“Days of mourning we fulfil;
“Oh! that we the end might see!
“Sad, — her harp shall Israel still,
“Hang upon the willow tree!”