Dive sù de' begli orti almi di rose
Oltra le serenissime contrade
Di luce, ove non cade
Il Sol, né mai pur s'ombra; AURE pietose
Deh girivi pietade
A queste valli ombrose;
E vi accompagnin, quante
V'ha Stelle, e Grazie, e Muse, e Ninfe sante.
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