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"Psalm the 137th Paraphras'd to the 7th Verse" by Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of Winchilsea (1661 - 1720)
From Winchilsea, Anne (Kingsmill) Finch, Countess of. Miscellany Poems, on Several Occasions, London: printed for J[ohn] B[arber] and sold by Benj. Tooke at the Middle-Temple-Gate, William Taylor in Pater-Noster-Row, and James Round, in Exchange-Alley, Cornhil, 1713. p. 282-283.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

PSALM the 137th Paraphras'd to the 7th Verse.

Proud Babylon! Thou saw'st us weep;
  Euphrates, as he pass'd along,
Saw, on his Banks, the Sacred Throng
  A heavy, solemn Mourning keep.
Sad Captives to thy Sons, and Thee,
When nothing but our Tears were Free!

A Song of Sion they require,
  And from the neighb'ring Trees to take
Each Man his dumb, neglected Lyre,
  And chearful Sounds on them awake:
But chearful Sounds the Strings refuse,
Nor will their Masters Griefs abuse.

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How can We, Lord, thy Praise proclaim,
  Here, in a strange unhallow'd Land!
Lest we provoke them to Blaspheme
  A Name, they do not understand;
And with rent Garments, that deplore
Above whate'er we felt before.

But, Thou, Jerusalem, so Dear!
  If thy lov'd Image e'er depart,
Or I forget thy Suff'rings here;
  Let my right Hand forget her Art;
My Tongue her vocal Gift resign,
And Sacred Verse no more be mine!

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom