The mourning saint among the willows: or, heavenly music regain'd. Extracted from Psalm Cxxxvii. Verses 1,2,3. We hung our Harps upon the Willows in the Midst thereof. By the Rivers of Babylon there we sat down, yea, we wept; for they that carried us away Captive required of us a Song, and they that wasted us required of us Mirth. Isaiah, Chapter XIII. Verse 21. But the wild Beasts of the Desart shall lie there; and their Houses shall be full of doleful Creatures, and Owls shall dwell there, and Satyrs shall dance there. By John Gibbons, a protestant preacher of the Gospel; out of all duty.