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FILIPPO BALDINUCCI
So we refresh our souls, fulfil
Our works, our daily tasks; and thus
Gather you grain—earth's harvest—still
The wheat for you, the straw for us.

16.
"''What flouting in a face, what harm,
In just a lady borne aloft
By boys' heads, wings for leg and arm?'
You question. Friends, the harm is here
That just when our last sigh is heaved,
And we would fain thank God and you
For labour done and peace achieved,
Back comes the Past in full review!