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Grim Fate was tender, contemplating you, / And fairies brought their offerings at your birth; / You take the rose-leaf pathway as your due, / Your rightful meed the choicest gifts of earth. / -- ARTHUR C. LEGGE.
Fay stood on her balcony, and looked over the ilexes of her villa at Frascati; out across the grey-green of the Campagna to the little compressed city which goes by the great name of Rome.