SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



And the song of their hearts was changed 

 to a wild, disconsolate wail, 

 Crying — ** God ! we have sinn'd, we have 



sinn'd. 

 We are bruised, we are shorn, we are thinn'd, 

 Our strength is turn'd to derision, our pride 

 laid low in the dust. 

 Our cedars are cleft by Thy lightnings, our 

 oaks are strew'd by Thy wind, 

 And we fall on our faces seeking Thine aid, 

 though Thy wrath is just." 



