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| Grace Gentle flower of Italy, When I look upon your face I see a joyful innocence; Presence of the Father's grace. The songbirds hush, in awed delight, Their cheerful melodies of spring, To listen closely for the sounds Of grace, as you begin to sing. And, kind princess, born to dance, In graceful form for all to see, You move in ways to mesmerize, While enchanting strings accompany. For, your ways of elegance and charm, Of kindliness and thoughtful prayer, Reflect the blessings in your life; These graces, which you freely share. Douglas Fletcher 4/10/03 |