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And now on that mountain I stood on that day,
But the Gods of the Pagan shall never profane The shrine where Jehovah disdain'd not to reign; And scatter'd and scorn'd as thy people may be, Our worship, oh Father! is only for thee.
BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT
DOWN AND WEPT.
We sate down and wept by the waters
Of Babel, and thought of the day
Made Salem's high places his prey;
Were scatter'd all weeping away.
While sadly we gazed on the river
Which roll'd on in freedom below,
That triumph the stranger shall know !
Ere it string our high harp for the foe!
3. 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:
With the voice of the spoiler by me!
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.
THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is
green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,