Page:Halleck.djvu/58




 * Where Babel’s waters slept,

And we thought of home and Zion as a long-gone, happy dream;
 * We hung our harps in air
 * On the willow-boughs, which there,

Gloomy as round a sepulchre, were drooping o’er the stream.


 * The foes whose chain we wore,
 * Were with us on that shore,

Exulting in our tears that told the bitterness of woe.
 * “Sing us,” they cried aloud,
 * “Ye once so high and proud,

The songs ye sang in Zion ere we laid her glory low.”


 * And shall the harp of heaven
 * To Judah’s monarch given

Be touched by captive fingers, or grace a fettered hand?