l'ariccia. life in death.
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There shall we roam, as in yon home of art,[1]
Pilgrims 'midst priceless records, while through all
Echoes the beating of each raptured heart,
Clear as a fountain's soft melodious fall.
Pilgrims 'midst priceless records, while through all
Echoes the beating of each raptured heart,
Clear as a fountain's soft melodious fall.
The fountain's music is the hymn of praise,
That murmurs oft, from yon orbed worlds to this,
The fountain's prismed hues, the blended rays,
Which there shall merge, past, present, future bliss!
That murmurs oft, from yon orbed worlds to this,
The fountain's prismed hues, the blended rays,
Which there shall merge, past, present, future bliss!
- ↑ Vatican
