The Hidden Servants and Other Very Old Stories
burns every night before this little shrine: the oil is provided by the poor women of the vicinity (and they are very poor indeed), each one laying by a few centesimi every week for the purpose.

From time immemorial, a lamp burns every night before this little shrine: the oil is provided by the poor women of the vicinity (and they are very poor indeed), each one laying by a few 

 every week for the purpose.

Il Crocifisso della Providenza

Il Crocifisso della Providenza

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The streets of Florence are fair to see,

With palace and church and tower,

And there the mighty of earth have dwelt,

And the whole world feels their power.

And many come from the East and West

To gaze on its beauty rare;

To stand where the wise and great have stood,

For their presence is ever there.

But they never think of the narrow streets

Where the poor of the city dwell;

Those humble houses, so bare and plain,

Have tales of their own to tell.

There's one by the San Frediano gate,

Not far from the city wall;


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