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WEEP not, beloved Friends! nor let the air
peace eternal ; where desire and joy Together move in fellowship without end.—
Francesco Ceni after death enjoined
That, thus his tomb should speak for him. And surely
Small cause there is for that fond wish of ours
Long to continue in this world; a world
PERHAPS Some needful service of the State
And his pure native genius, lead him back
To Arno's side hath brought him, and he charmed
To the perpetual silence of the grave.
* Ivi vivea giocondo e i suoi pensieri
Erano tutti rose.
The Translator had not skill to come nearer to his original.
O THOU who movest onward with a mind
Me did a kindlier fortune then invite
To serve the glorious Henry, King of France,
Stretched out for my acceptance,—but Death came.