Sit thou in silence! Thou that wert enthroned
On many waters! thou, whose augurs read
The language of the planets, and disown'd
The mighty name it blazons!—Veil thy head,
Daughter of Babylon! the sword is red
From thy destroyers' harvest, and the yoke
Is on thee, O most proud!—for thou hast said,
"I am, and none beside!"—Th' Eternal spoke,
But go thou forth, O Israel! wake! rejoice!
Be clothed with strength, as in thine ancient day!
Renew the sound of harps, th' exulting voice,
The mirth of timbrels!—loose the chain, and say
God hath redeem'd his people!—from decay
The silent and the trampled shall arise;
—Awake; put on thy beautiful array,
Oh long-forsaken Zion!—to the skies
And lift thy head!—Behold thy sons returning,
Redeem'd from exile, ransom'd from the chain!
Light hath revisited the house of mourning;
She that on Judah's mountains wept in vain
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