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SONNET IV.
[Com'st thou from Tuscany, my minstrel boy?]
Com'st thou from Tuscany, my minstrel boy?Is that fair clime thy birth-place, where the sky
Is ever bright? Do strains of harmony
There round thy cottage float, thy home of joy?
Cheerful thou seem'st, as here along the strand,
From vale to vale, thou bear'st thy heavy load.
I love thee for thy music, and the land
That sent thee forth to gladden the abode
Of one that's dear to me, in whom there flows
The richest current of thy country's blood!
For this my willing hand a boon bestows
On thee and all thy tuneful brotherhood;
For this alone welcome thou art to me,
And welcome all that come from pleasant Italy!
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