Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
The Babylonian CaptivityJoel Barlow 17541812
Joel Barlow2 Psalm CXXXVII
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Our captive bands in deep despondence stray’d,
While Zion’s fall in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children mingled with the dead.
When praise employ’d and mirth inspir’d the lay, In mournful silence on the willows hung; And growing grief prolong’d the tedious day. With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim; Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow, While they blaspheme the great Jehovah’s name. Shall Israel’s sons a song of Zion raise? O hapless Salem, God’s terrestrial throne, Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise. If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame; My hand shall perish and my voice shall cease. O’ertake her foes with terror and dismay, His arm avenge her desolated walls, And raise her children to eternal day.