Song 75: Concerning the Breadth of the Earth

Hast thou about the earth, O Job,
E'er drawn thy compass round,
And of this whole terraqueous globe,
Th' exact dimensions found?

If not, since earth is but a point,
To the vast universe,
How shall thy art and science joint
My counsels deep traverse?
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