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https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.61902#0153
THE MAKERS OF FLORENCE.
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the wonderful dawns and moonlights of Italy, swift dark-
ness shadowing its white glory at the tinkle of the Ave
Mary, and a golden glow of sunbeams accompanying the
midday Angelus. Between the solemn antiquity of the
Cathedral and Campanile from the Palazzo Pitti.
old baptistery and the historical gloom of the great
cathedral, it stands like the lily—if not, rather, like the
great angel himself hailing her who was blessed among
women, and keeping up that lovely salutation, musical and
133
the wonderful dawns and moonlights of Italy, swift dark-
ness shadowing its white glory at the tinkle of the Ave
Mary, and a golden glow of sunbeams accompanying the
midday Angelus. Between the solemn antiquity of the
Cathedral and Campanile from the Palazzo Pitti.
old baptistery and the historical gloom of the great
cathedral, it stands like the lily—if not, rather, like the
great angel himself hailing her who was blessed among
women, and keeping up that lovely salutation, musical and