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St. Francis
To his seraphic city on the hill,
Not ever hid since Francis passed away,
From all the world we pilgrims come to-day
Because his heart on earth is beating still,
Because we feel the indomitable will
That fought its fight beneath the cloak of grey,
That bade men know they rule who best obey
And in pure love Christ's golden law fulfil.
Not ever hid since Francis passed away,
From all the world we pilgrims come to-day
Because his heart on earth is beating still,
Because we feel the indomitable will
That fought its fight beneath the cloak of grey,
That bade men know they rule who best obey
And in pure love Christ's golden law fulfil.
True, knightly-hearted, simple and sincere,
We know thee now; come forth with shepherd's rod
And song of praise to feed us and to guide!
For poor men call, and still we seek thy bride;
Star-flowers on earth, and stars in heaven shine clear
To lead us thro' obedience up to God.
We know thee now; come forth with shepherd's rod
And song of praise to feed us and to guide!
For poor men call, and still we seek thy bride;
Star-flowers on earth, and stars in heaven shine clear
To lead us thro' obedience up to God.
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