A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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By Babylon’s proud stream we sate,

And tears gushed quick from every eye,

When our own Zion’s fallen state

Came rushing to our memory;

And there, the willow-groves among,

Sorrowing, our silent harps we hung.

For there our tyrants in their pride,

Bade Judah raise the exulting strain,

And our remorseless spoilers cried,

“Come breathe your native hymns again.”