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.
St. Francis Of Assisi
Vachel Lindsay
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Poem topics: brave, brother, lonely, mother, poor, sad, sun, soul, earth, wealth, slave, I love you, I miss you, god, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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