Hung on the willows.
"Gush'd the big tear-drops as my soul remember'd
Zion, thy mountain-paradise, my country!
When the fierce bands Assyrian who led us
Captive from Salem
"Claim'd in our mournful bitterness of anguish
Songs and unseason'd madrigals of joyance—
'Sing the sweet-temper'd carols that ye wont to
Warble in Zion.'
"Dumb be my tuneful eloquence, if ever