BESIDE the streams of Babylon, in tears Of vain desire, we sat; remembering thee, O hallowed Sion! and the vanished years, When Israel's chosen sons were blest and free: Our harps, neglected and untuned, we hung Mute on the willows of the stranger's land; When songs, like those that in thy fanes we sung, Our foes demanded from their captive-band. How shall our voices, on a foreign shore, (We answered those whose chains the exile wore,) The songs of God, our sacred songs, renew? If I forgot, 'midst grief and wasting toil, Thee, O Jerusalem! my native soil! @3May my right hand forget its cunning too!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 53. WITHOUT HER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 28. AD TE DOMINE CLAMABO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE FRAGMENT OF A HYMN by JOHN BYROM THE CONTRAST TO WATTS' HYMN 'THE POTTER AND THE CLAT' by JOHN BYROM |