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George Gordon Byron - We Sate Down And Wept By The Waters
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I.
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 Salem`s high places his prey; 
And ye, oh her desolate daughters! 
   Were scattered all weeping away. 

II.
While sadly we gazed on the river 
   Which roll`d 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! 

III.
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 ne`er shall its soft tones be blended 
   With the voice of the spoiler by me!
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