The Consolation of Philosophy · Boethius
II.
'"All things surveying, all things overhearing.'" Homer with mellifluous tongue Phoebus' 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.
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