Florence

Piero de' Medici

Derived from thee, O Florence, and thy son,
Be toucht, dear land, a little for thy child!
Seem to his woes compassionate and mild,
Since in thy arms his life was first begun
And cherisht. From our birth our fate must run
Assigned; as to the bird his wood-notes wild.
And flight! — but of whatever hopes beguiled,
In this one instance my request be alone:
That not in death, as in my griefs, alone,
However long estranged from thee I rove,
Thee in my ashes I may call my own,
Reposing by that father whom I love,
By whom so high thy fame and worth have flown.
Grant this sole boon, whatever thou remove.


Main Location:

Florence, Italy