THE
BROTHERS OF SAINT FRANCIS
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THE
age of ruthless speeding
Tears madly on today,
Bu the Brothers of St. Francis
Must fare afoot alway.
No privilege of leisure
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Their
ministry commands,
With a message in their girdle
For the freeing of the lands.
Yet thrushes fill their twilights
And stars of morning sing,
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As they
take the dust of travel
On the Business of the King.
Soft sleep and easy faring
For those to riches bound;
For the Brothers of St. Francis
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| A blanket
on the ground.
But ah, what dreams attend them
Before the stars grow wan,—
Visions of joy triumphant
When violence is gone!
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The greedy will be fighting
With tooth and nail and sword,
But the Brothers of St. Francis
Must pattern by their Lord.
The foolish will be striving
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With
words and words and words,
But the Brothers of St. Francis
Have secrets with the birds.
At evening and at morning
They hear their brothers sing,
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And
their hearts leap up with gladness
On the Highroad of the King.
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