To hear one solitary creature pray,
From one dark corner of his kingdom?
Luc. Yea!
Cipr. All one, all when, all where, all good, all mighty,
All eye, all ear, all self-integrity—
Methinks this must be He of whom I read
In Greek and Roman sages dimly guess’d,
But never until now fully confess’d
In this poor carpenter of Nazareth,
With poor Justina for his confessor—