<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm The 137th Paraphras'd To The 7th Verse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proud Babylon! Thou saw'st us weep; <br>Euphrates, as he pass'd along, <br>Saw, on his Banks, the Sacred Throng <br>A heavy, solemn Mourning keep. <br>Sad Captives to thy Sons, and Thee, <br>When nothing but our Tears were Free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Song of Sion they require, <br>And from the neighb'ring Trees to take <br>Each Man his dumb, neglected Lyre, <br>And chearful Sounds on them awake: <br>But chearful Sounds the Strings refuse, <br>Nor will their Masters Griefs abuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can We, Lord, thy Praise proclaim, <br>Here, in a strange unhallow'd Land! <br>Lest we provoke them to Blaspheme <br>A Name, they do not understand; <br>And with rent Garments, that deplore <br>Above whate'er we felt before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, Thou, Jerusalem, so Dear! <br>If thy lov'd Image e'er depart, <br>Or I forget thy Suff'rings here; <br>Let my right Hand forget her Art; <br>My Tongue her vocal Gift resign, <br>And Sacred Verse no more be mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345299" data-title="Psalm The 137th Paraphras'd To The 7th Verse de Anne Kingsmill Finch" data-description="Proud Babylon! Thou saw'st us weep; Euphrates, as he pass'd along, Saw, on his Banks, the Sacred Throng A heavy, solemn Mourning keep. Sad Captives to thy Sons, and Thee, When nothing but our Tears were Free! A Song of Sion they require, An..."></div> </div> </div>

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