Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God`s Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for the sad and poor; Our wealth undone, all strict Franciscan men, Come, let us chant the canticle again Of mother earth and the enduring sun. God make each soul the lonely leper`s slave; God make us saints, and brave.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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