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Rh ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI

OULD I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for the sand 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.