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I / In the valley of waters we wept on the day / When the host of the Stranger made Salem his prey; / And our heads on our bosoms all droopingly lay, / And our hearts were so full of the land far away!
II / The song they demanded in vain-it lay still / In our souls as the wind that hath died on the hill- / They called for the harp-but our blood they shall spill / Ere our right hands shall teach them one tone of their skill.
III / All stringlessly hung in the willow's sad tree, / As dead as her dead-leaf, those mute harps must be: / Our hands may be fettered-our tears still are free / For our God-and our Glory-and Sion, Oh Thee!
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