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BEneath a sable vaile, and Shadows deep,
Of unaccessible and dimming light,
In silence Ebon clouds more black than Night,
The Worlds great Mind his secrets hid doth keep:
Through those thick Mists when any mortall Wight
Aspires, with halting pace, and Eyes that weep
To pry, and in his Mysteries to creep,
With Thunders he and Lightnings blasts their Sight.
O Sun invisible, that dost abide
Within thy bright abysmes, most faire, most darke,
Where with thy proper Raies thou dost thee hide,
O ever-shining, never full-seene marke,
To guide me in Lifes Night, thy light me show,
The more I search of thee, the lesse I know.