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65
EVENING FROM SAN SALVATORE
When all the hills between us and the west
Seem unsubstantial from the breath of Him
Who framed them, and where Specchio's waters brim,
The grey plain shows the jewel on her breast,
Then do I climb San Salvatore's crest,
And bow my knee within its chapel dim,
And hear from far-off bells the sound up-swim
Of thanks to God who gives His people rest:—
Seem unsubstantial from the breath of Him
Who framed them, and where Specchio's waters brim,
The grey plain shows the jewel on her breast,
Then do I climb San Salvatore's crest,
And bow my knee within its chapel dim,
And hear from far-off bells the sound up-swim
Of thanks to God who gives His people rest:—
Rest for the beasts that toil, the men who till;
Rest for the farms, safe-sheltered in their groves;
Rest for the upland huts, the lakeside town;
But one dark thing unresting moves and moves
O'er Campione and Caprino's hill,
The growing shadow of Saint Saviour's crown.
Rest for the farms, safe-sheltered in their groves;
Rest for the upland huts, the lakeside town;
But one dark thing unresting moves and moves
O'er Campione and Caprino's hill,
The growing shadow of Saint Saviour's crown.
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