Eye - 10 March 2017

A fascinating poem from 1633 features a familiar Quaker phrase

Vast Ocean of Light

Vast Ocean of light, whose rayes surround
The Universe, who know’st nor ebb, nor shore,
Who lend’st the Sun his sparkling drop, to store
With overflowing beams Heav’n, ayer, ground,
Whose depths beneath the Centre none can sound,
Whose heights ‘bove heav’n, and thoughts so lofty soar,
Whose breadth no feet, no lines, no chains, no eyes survey,
Whose length no thoughts can reach, no worlds can bound,
What cloud can mask thy face? where can thy ray
Find an Eclipse? what night can hide Eternal Day?

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