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THE UMBRIAN PLAIN, by                    
First Line: Thou art a holy poem, sweet umbrian plain
Last Line: Still holds his voice for those who understand.
Subject(s): Umbria, Italy; Universities & Colleges - Faculty; Wellesley College


THOU art a holy poem, sweet Umbrian plain,
Forever chanted to the angels' ear:
Thy tender vines beneath the hills austere,
Thy shining poppies and thy springing grain,
All murmur softly one melodious strain,
While Brother Wind breathes low that he may hear,
And floating o'er thy far horizons clear,
Our Sister Clouds hearken the glad refrain.

A poem of love remembered: day by day,
Here, with some chosen brother of his band,
God's Little Poor One wandered, lorn and gay,
Weeping, yet singing on his homeless way
Lauds of the creatures: and the lovely land
Still holds his voice for those who understand.





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