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T was a Festa and a busy throng Filled the Duomo, whose white arches rise Like a great lily under Tuscan skies, Where Giotto's Tower stands erect and strong, The Duomo's slender throat and silver tongue, Built, when men's faith shone out without dis-disguise: More sure of right, more confident of wrong Than in our twentieth century subtleties.

The incense rose like heavy music hymned, I watched an old man praying on his knee, "Fiat lux, Domine" his only plea; I wondered, till 1 saw blind eyes, red-rimmed. Blind! Yet the light of Faith shone radiantly And he, in darkness, left my vision dimmed.