X

The sweetest flowers are ever frail and rare,

And love and freedom blossom but to wither;

And good and ill like vines entangled are,

So that their grapes may oft be plucked together;—

Divide the vintage ere thou drink, then make

Thy heart rejoice for dead Marenghi's sake.

Xa

[Albert] Marenghi was a Florentine;

If he had wealth, or children, or a wife

Or friends, [or farm] or cherished thoughts which twine

The sights and sounds of home with life's own life

Of these he was despoiled and Florence sent....