And let me warn you that it is dangerous to copy the example of a nation whose crimes, towering up to heaven, were thrown down by the breath of the Almighty, burying that nation in irrecoverable ruin! I can to-day take up the plaintive lament of a peeled and woe-smitten people.
"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.

Yea! we wept when we remembered Zion.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

For there, they that carried us away captive, required of us a song; and they who wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.