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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shepherdess Of The Arno</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Tis no wild and wond’rous legend, but a simple pious tale<br>Of a gentle shepherd maiden, dwelling in Italian vale,<br>Near where Arno’s glittering waters like the sunbeams flash and play<br>As they mirror back the vineyards through which they take their way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was in the rosy dawning of girlhood fair and bright,<br>And, like morning’s smiles and blushes, was she lovely to the sight;<br>Soft cheeks like sea-shells tinted and radiant hazel eyes;<br>But on changing earthly lover were not lavished smiles or sighs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, that gentle heart was swelling with a love unbounded, true,<br>Such as worldly breast, earth harden’d, passion-wearied, never knew;<br>And each day she sought the chapel of Our Lady in the dell,<br>There to seek an hour’s communing with the Friend she loved so well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often, too, she brought a garland of wild flowers, fragrant, fair,<br>Which she culled whilst onward leading her flock with patient care;<br>The diamond dew-drops clinging to every petal sweet,—<br>For the mystic Rose of Heaven was it not a tribute meet? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The white statue of the Virgin boasted neither crown nor gem;<br>On its head she placed her chaplet instead of diadem,<br>Murm’ring, “O, my gentle Mother, would that it were in my power<br>To give Thee pearl or diamond instead of simple flower!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But for earth she was too winsome, that fair child of faith and love,<br>One of those whom God culls early for His gardens bright above;<br>And the hand of sickness touched her till she faded day by day,<br>And to Our Lady’s chapel she came no more to pray. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One evening, in the valley, after journeying many a mile,<br>Two pious men in holy garb lay down to rest a while,<br>And in sleep to both a vision of most wond’rous beauty came,<br>Such as only visit souls which burn with heav’nly love’s pure flame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amid clouds of golden brightness they saw to earth float down<br>A band of fair young virgins, wearing each a glittering crown;<br>And surpassing them in beauty, as the day outshines the night,<br>Was high Heaven’s regal Mistress—Our Lady, fair and bright. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the pious brothers knew at once that she was on her way<br>To see a dying maiden, and her love through life repay;<br>And when, from slumber waking, they told their vision true,<br>They said: “Let us go visit this child of Mary, too!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">High instinct lent by Heaven guided on their feet aright,<br>And in silence grave they journeyed till a cottage came in sight;<br>’Neath its humble porch they entered, with bow’d and reverent head,<br>And found themselves in presence of the peaceful, holy dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! most fair the sight! No maiden with bridal wreath on brow<br>Ever looked one half so lovely as the one they gazed on now;<br>As a lily, fair and spotless, bright and pure each feature shone,<br>Bearing impress of that Heaven to which Mary’s child had gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Of a gentle shepherd maiden, dwelling in Italian vale,
Near where Arno’s glittering waters like the sunbeams flash and play
As they mirror back the vineyards through which they take ..."></div>
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