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BENVENUTO.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

That is what

My father said, the first time he beheld

This handsome face. But say farewell, not welcome.

I come to take my leave. I start for Florence

As fast as horse can carry me. I long

To set once more upon its level flags

These feet, made sore by your vile Roman pavements.

Come with me; you are wanted there in Florence.

The Sacristy is not finished.