Author Anonymous 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? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments