The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column's glow.
3Thus, present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray!
4And O, when gathers on our path,
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,