We Sate Down And Wept
By The Waters of Babel
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
(From Hebrew Melodies - 1815)
1
- We sate down and wept by the waters
- Of Babel, and thought of the day
- When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters,
- Made Salems high places his prey;
- And ye, oh her desolate daughters!
- Were scattered all weeping away.
2
- While sadly we gazed on the river
- Which rolld on in freedom below,
- They demanded the song; but, oh never
- That triumph the stranger shall know!
- May this right hand be withered for ever,
- Ere it string our high harp for the foe!
3
- On the willow that harp is suspended,
- Oh Salem! its sound should be free;
- And the hour when thy glories were ended
- But left me that token of thee:
- And neer shall its soft tones be blended
- With the voice of the spoiler by me!
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