LAMENT OF THE HEBREW MINSTREL. 165

How oft I fear that I shall fail,

How oft my spirit sinks and faints, How oft doth dark mistrust prevail, And faithless tremors and complaints!

Yet hast thou kept me safe thus far, And surely still wilt safely keep; Vail not thy Spirit's guiding- star, But lead my pathway through the deep.

From every peril of the wave,

From every devious track restore; Till the calm harbour of the grave I reach, and gain the promis'd shore. EDMESTON,

LAMENT OF THE HEBREW MINSTREL

WHERE are thy pleasures, once so bright,

My country, where thy name?

How is thy glory sunk in night,

Thy beauty and thy fame!

No more thy muse's heavenly strain,

Heard far from Zion hill,

With rapture wakes the wand'ring swain, When sober night creeps o'er the plain, And all the air is still.