The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden ::

Beneath a sable vaile, and Shadowes deepe,
Of Vnaccessible and dimming light,
In Silence ebane Clouds more blacke than Night,
The Worlds great King his secrets hidde doth keepe:
Through those Thicke Mistes when any Mortall Wight
Aspires, with halting pace, and Eyes that weepe,
To pore, and in his Misteries to creepe,
With Thunders hee and Lightnings blastes their Sight.
O Sunne invisible, that dost abide
Within thy bright abysmes, most faire, most darke,
Where with thy proper Rayes thou dost thee hide;
O euer-shining, neuer full seene marke,
To guide mee in Lifes Night, thy light mee show,
The more I search of thee, The lesse I know.

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[xvii] [Mans Knowledge, Ignorance in the Misteries of God.]