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III.
She in well-loved Tuscan earth;
Finding all their death's long home.
Far from their old home of birth.
Italy, you hold in trust
Very sacred English dust.
IV.
That you yet may worthy prove
Of the heirlooms they bequeath
Who have loved you with such love:
Fairest land while land of slaves
Yields their free souls no fit graves.