III.

Full, yet without satiety, of that

Which whets and quiets greedy appetite,

Where never sun did rise, nor ever sat,

But one eternal day, and endless light

Gives time to those, whose time is infinite,

Speaking without thought, obtaining without fee,

Beholding him, whom never eye could see,

Magnifying him, that cannot greater be.

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