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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
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.
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.
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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