To Monsignor Lodovico Beccadelli.Urbino.
Per croce e grazia. God's grace, the cross, our troubles multiplied, Will make us meet in heaven, full well I know: Yet ere we yield our breath, on earth below Why need a little solace be denied? Though seas and mountains and rough ways divide Our feet asunder, neither frost nor snow Can make the soul her ancient love forgo; Nor chains nor bonds the wings of thought have tied. Borne by these wings with thee I dwell for aye, And weep, and of my dead Urbino talk, Who, were he living, now perchance would be, For so 'twas planned, thy guest as well as I: Warned by his death another way I walk To meet him where he waits to live with me.
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