And trump and timbrel answered keen,
And Zion's daughters poured their lays.
With priest's and warrior's voice between.
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By day along th' astonished lands
The cloudy Pillar glided slow,
By night Arabia's crimson'd sands
Returned the fiery Column's glow.
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And O, when gathers o'er our path