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Much strange is true And yet so much	A
Dan Time thereto of doubtful lays	B
He blurs them both beneath his touch	A
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In this our tale his part he plays	B
At Florence so the legend tells	C
There stood a church that men would praise	B
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Even where Art the most excels	C
For works of price but chief for one	D
They called the Virgin with the Bells	C
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Gracious she was and featly done	D
With crown of gold about the hair	E
And robe of blue with stars thereon	F
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And sceptre in her hand did bear	E
And o'er her in an almond tree	G
Three little golden bells there were	H
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Writ with Faith Hope and Charity	G
None knew from whence she came of old	I
Nor whose the sculptor's name should be	G
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Of great or small But this they told	I
That once from out the blaze of square	E
And bickering folk that bought and sold	I
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More moved no doubt of heat than prayer	E
Came to the church an Umbrian	F
Lord of much gold and champaign fair	E
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But for all this a hard haught man	F
To whom the priests in humbleness	C
At once to beg for alms began	F
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Praying him grant of his excess	C
Such as for poor men's bread might pay	J
Or give their saint a gala dress	C
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Thereat with scorn he answered Nay	J
Most Reverend Far too well ye know	F
By guile and wile the fox's way	J
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To swell the Church's overflow	F
But ere from me the least carline	F
Ye win this summer's sky shall snow	F
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Or likelier still your doll's eyed queen	F
Shall ring her bells but not of craft	K
By Bacchus ye are none too lean	F
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For fasting folk With that he laughed	K
And so across the porphyry floor	L
His hand upon his dagger haft	K
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Strode and of these was seen no more	L
Nor of a truth much marvelled they	J
At those his words since gear and store	L
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Oft dower shrunk souls But on a day	J
While yet again throughout the square	E
The buyers in their noisy way	J
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Chaffered around the basket ware	E
It chanced I but the tale reveal	M
Nor true nor false therein declare	E
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It chanced that when the priest would kneel	M
Before the taper's flickering flame	N
Sudden a little tremulous peal	M
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From out the Virgin's altar came	N
And they that heard must fain recall	O
The Umbrian and the words of shame	N
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Spoke in his pride and therewithal	O
Came news how at that very date	P
And hour of time was fixed his fall	O
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Who of the Duke was banned the State	P
And all his goods and lands as well	O
To Holy Church were confiscate	P
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Such is the tale the Frati tell	O

Henry Austin Dobson

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