THE CITY AND THE BOOK V THE 80 AMERICANS OF THE SWISSOWNED SOCALLED ENGLISH CEMETERY

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THE CITY AND THE BOOK VTHE 80 AMERICANS OF
THE SWISS-OWNED SO-CALLED ENGLISH CEMETERY
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• They say Ideal Beauty cannot enter
            The house of anguish. On the threshold
  stands           An alien Image with the
  shackled hands,           Called the Greek
  Slave as if the sculptor meant her,          
  (That passionless perfection which he lent her,
            Shadowed, not darkened, where the sill
  expands)           To, so, confront mens crimes
  in different lands,           With mans ideal
  sense. Pierce to the centre,           Arts
  fiery finger! and break up erelong          
  The serfdom of this world! Appeal, fair stone,
            From Gods pure heights of beauty,
  against mans wrong!           Catch up in thy
  divine face, not alone           East griefs but
  west, - and strike and shame the strong,
           By thunders of white silence,
  overthrown!

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• IN MEMORY
• OF
• HENRY FLORENCE
• INFANT SON OF
• JOHN A.G. AND SUSAN M. GRAY
• OF NEW YORK
• DIED IN THIS THE CITY OF HIS BIRTH
• FEBRUARY 19 1855
• AGED 9 MONTHS 23 DAYS
• FARE THEE WELL OUR YOUNGEST TREASURE
• ON THE SOIL THAT GAVE THEE BIRTH
• BY THE RIPPLING ARNO'S WATER
• REST THEE IN ITALIA'S EARTH
• WHILE THE MEMORY OF THY SWEETNESS
• CHEERS A DISTANT HOME AND HEARTH
• CHEERS US WHILE OUR SAD HEARTS TELL
• THE DEAR LORD DOETH ALL THINGS WELL

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The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the
doorOn her divine majorityObtrude no
more.Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausingAt
her low gateUnmoved, an emperor is
kneelingUpon her mat.I've known her from an
ample nationChoose oneThen close the valves of
her attentionLike stone.

• Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausingAt her
  low gateUnmoved, an emperor is kneelingUpon
  her mat.
• I've known her from an ample nationChoose
  oneThen close the valves of her attentionLike
  stone.
• The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the
  doorOn her divine majorityObtrude no more.

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