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Sondrio, some years ago

(’Twas ’88, if I mistake not),

A worthy pastor, Blasio

Yclept, of Calvinistic fibre

Intrepid, and of faith so too,

So tried and true no rack nor screw

Borrommean could dissolve such a knot,

Could they be now applied, as when

The valley’s patriot, Robustelli,

To fill with blood and brains his belly,

Made of the place a grim Macello;

Marched up the Robustellian Tibur

To take by rant, or storm, or bellow

That miniature of blood-stained Rome,

Marched from his Chiavennian home

With thunderbolts of close-writ parchment

Doctrinal, Popish skulls to enlarge meant;