Some Latin words on its front engraved

The memory still recall

Of one, a beggar, to all unknown,

Who knocked at the door one day;

Of what a blessing he left behind

That morn when he went his way,

It happened hundreds of years ago,

But they tell the story still;

So listen now to the legend old,

And smile at it if you will.

But if you smile, be it not in scorn;

The tale which I now relate

Has lightened many a heavy heart

By the San Frediano gate.

Long since, they say, in that ancient house

There were orphan maidens three,

And in the chamber above the door,

Whose window you still may see,

They worked and prayed, by the world unseen;

And ever, the long day through,

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