SONG II. The True Sun.
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Boethius and James, H. R. (Henry Rosher)
Homer with mellifluous tongue Phœbus' glorious light hath sung, Hymning high his praise; Yet his feeble rays Ocean's hollows may not brighten, Nor earth's central gloom enlighten.
But the might of Him, who skilled This great universe to build, Is not thus confined; Not earth's solid rind, Nor night's blackest canopy, Baffle His all-seeing eye.
All that is, hath been, shall be, In one glance's compass, He Limitless descries; And, save His, no eyes All the world survey—no, none! Him, then, truly name the Sun.