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is your shade in summer heat, Your screening boughs in winter sweet! Bright are ye, noble trees! beside Your thickets Arno loves to glide, A river silent in his pride, —A lively creature from his source He springs, and noisy as a horse Flings up the pebbles as he strides Adown the clamouring mountain sides; But silent as a brooding dove He glides beside this cheerful grove; Nor calmed by years, but by the weight Of memories terrible and great Made silent and deliberate.

And thou too, Florence!—not too much Hast thou received from grateful Fame.