FROM LIGHTNING AND TEMPEST.
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And their bloom was a ghastly pallor, and their smile was a ghastly frown,
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 turned 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.”
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 turned 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.”
