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Via Felice
'Twas in the via Felice
My friend his dwelling made,
The Roman via Felice,
Half sunshine, half in shade;
My friend his dwelling made,
The Roman via Felice,
Half sunshine, half in shade;
But I dwelt near the convent
Whose bells did hallow noon
And every lesser hour
With sweet recurrent tune,
Whose bells did hallow noon
And every lesser hour
With sweet recurrent tune,
They lent their solemn cadence
To all the thoughtless day;
The heart so oft it heard them
Was lifted up to pray.
To all the thoughtless day;
The heart so oft it heard them
Was lifted up to pray.
O not where he is lying
With dear, ancestral dust;
Not where his household leavings
Grow sad and dim with rust,
With dear, ancestral dust;
Not where his household leavings
Grow sad and dim with rust,
But in the ancient city,
And from the quaint old door,
I'm watching at my window
His coming ever more.
And from the quaint old door,
I'm watching at my window
His coming ever more.
For Death's eternal city
Has still some happy street;
'Tis in the Via Felice
My friend and I shall meet
Has still some happy street;
'Tis in the Via Felice
My friend and I shall meet
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