As on the margin of Euphrates' flood We wail'd our sins, and mourn'd an angry God; (For God provoked, to strangers gave our land, And by a righteous Judge condemned we stand;) Deep were our groans, our griefs without compare, With ardent cries we rent the yielding air. Borne down with woes, no friend at hand was found, No helper in the waste and barren ground: Only a mournful willow wither'd there, Its aged arms by winter storms made bare; On this our lyres, now useless grown, we hung, Our lyres by us forsaken, and unstrung! We sigh'd in chains, and sunk beneath our wo, Whilst more insulting our proud tyrants grow. From hearts oppress'd with grief they did require A sacred anthem on the sounding lyre! Come now, they cry, regale us with a song, Music and mirth the fleeting hours prolong. Shall Babel's daughter hear that blessed sound? Shall songs divine be sung on heathen ground? No, Heaven forbid that we should tune our voice, Or touch the lyre! Whilst slaves we can't rejoice. O Palestina! our once dear abode, Thou once wert blessed with peace, and loved by God; But now art desolate, a barren waste, Thy fruitful fields by thorns and weeds defaced. If I forget Judea's mournful land, May nothing prosper that I take in hand! Or if I string the lyre, or tune my voice, Till thy deliverance cause me to rejoice; O may my tongue forget her art to move, And may I never more my speech improve! Return, O Lord! avenge us of our foes, Destroy the men that up against us rose: Let Edom's sons thy just displeasure know, And, like us, serve some foreign conquering foe In distant realms; far from their native home, To which dear seat O let them never come! Thou, Babel's daughter! author of our woe, Shalt feel the stroke of some revenging blow: Thy walls and towns be levelled with the ground, Sorrow and grief shall in each soul be found: Thrice blest the man who, that auspicious night, Shall seize thy trembling infants in thy sight, Regardless of thy flowing tears and moans, And dash the tender babes against the stones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE |