| Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845. | | | | Psalm CXXXVII | | IX. Sir John Harington |
| | | BY Babell’s brooks we sitt and weep, | |
| 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, | 5 |
| Amid our sorrowes aske a song. | |
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| Come, sing us now a song, say they, | |
| As once you song at anie hand: | |
| Alasse! how can we sing or play | |
| Jehovah’s songs in strangers’ land? | 10 |
| Yet let my hand forgett all playes, | |
| If Salem I forget to praise. | |
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| If Salem byde not firm in mynd, | |
| Let to my roofe my tongue be glew’d, | |
| If other joy then her I finde. | 15 |
| 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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