Note mk — HEBREW MELODIES
Reading edition
{403}
Our mute harps were hung on the willow That grew by the stream of our foe, And in sadness we gazed on each billow That rolled on in freedom below.—[MS, erased.]
Reading edition
{403}
Our mute harps were hung on the willow That grew by the stream of our foe, And in sadness we gazed on each billow That rolled on in freedom below.—[MS, erased.]