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The glory of Him who moveth everything Doth penetrate theuniverse, and shine In one part more and in another less.Within that heaven which most his light receives Was I, and thingsbeheld which to repeat Nor knows, nor can, who from above descends;Because in drawing near to its desire Our intellect ingulphs itself so far,That after it the memory cannot go.