Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Psalm CXXXVIIIX. Sir John Harington
B
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.
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.
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.
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