MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN ITALY, 1837
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MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN ITALY, 1837
DAYS passed–and Monte Calvo would not clear His head from mist; and, as the wind sobbed through Albano’s dripping Ilex avenue, My dull forebodings in a Peasant’s ear Found casual vent. She said, “Be of good cheer; Our yesterday’s procession did not sue In vain; the sky will change to sunny blue, Thanks to our Lady’s grace.” I smiled to hear, But not in scorn:–the Matron’s Faith may lack The heavenly sanction needed to ensure 10 Fulfilment; but, we trust, her upward track Stops not at this low point, nor wants the lure Of flowers the Virgin without fear may own, For by her Son’s blest hand the seed was sown.