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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Psalm CXXXVII

IX. Sir John Harington

BY Babell’s brooks we sitt and weep,

O Sion, when on thee we think;

Our harps hang’d upp doe sylence keep

On trees along the river’s brink:

Yet they that thralle us thus by wrong,

Amid our sorrowes aske a song.

Come, sing us now a song, say they,

As once you song at anie hand:

Alasse! how can we sing or play

Jehovah’s songs in strangers’ land?

Yet let my hand forgett all playes,

If Salem I forget to praise.

If Salem byde not firm in mynd,

Let to my roofe my tongue be glew’d,

If other joy then her I finde.

Lord, think on Edom’s race so rude,

That thus that daie did whet this nation,

Root up, root up her strong foundation.