And oft that bending sky doth wear
A look of deep and troubled care.
When sunbeams by deep clouds are hid,
The gath’ring tempests frowning lid,
And thunders burst, and lightnings play,
And storms sweep o’er the trav’lers way.
And on the broad and rolling deep
Each mariner doth turn and keep
An anxious vigil of the sky,
When threat’ning clouds and storms are nigh,