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Francis then, "Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there."

      De Lorge's love o'erheard the King, – a beauteous lively dame

      With smiling lips and sharp, bright eyes, which always seemed the same:

      She thought, "The Count, my lover, is brave as brave can be;

      He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me;

      King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine;

      I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine."

      She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;

      He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild:

      His leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place,

      Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face.

      "Well done!" cried Francis, "bravely done!" and he rose from where he sat:

      "No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that."

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      Expression: Read this poem silently, trying to understand fully the circumstances of the story: (1) the time; (2) the place; (3) the character of the leading actors. Then read aloud each stanza with feeling and expression.

      ST. FRANCIS, THE GENTLE8

      Seven hundred years ago, Francis the gentlest of the saints was born in Assisi, the quaint Umbrian town among the rocks; and for twenty years and more he cherished but one thought, and one desire, and one hope; and these were that he might lead the beautiful and holy and sorrowful life which our Master lived on earth, and that in every way he might resemble Him in the purity and loveliness of his humanity.

      Not to men alone but to all living things on earth and air and water was St. Francis most gracious and loving. They were all his little brothers and sisters, and he forgot them not, still less scorned or slighted them, but spoke to them often and blessed them, and in return they showed him great love and sought to be of his fellowship. He bade his companions keep plots of ground for their little sisters the flowers, and to these lovely and speechless creatures he spoke, with no great fear that they would not understand his words. And all this was a marvelous thing in a cruel time, when human life was accounted of slight worth by fierce barons and ruffling marauders.

      For the bees he set honey and wine in the winter, lest they should feel the nip of the cold too keenly; and bread for the birds, that they all, but especially "my brother Lark," should have joy of Christmastide, and at Rieti a brood of redbreasts were the guests of the house and raided the tables while the brethren were at meals; and when a youth gave St. Francis the turtledoves he had snared, the Saint had nests made for them, and there they laid their eggs and hatched them, and fed from the hands of the brethren.

      Out of affection a fisherman once gave him a great tench, but he put it back into the clear water of the lake, bidding it love God; and the fish played about the boat till St. Francis blessed it and bade it go.

      "Why dost thou torment my little brothers the Lambs," he asked of a shepherd, "carrying them bound thus and hanging from a staff, so that they cry piteously?" And in exchange for the lambs he gave the shepherd his cloak. And at another time seeing amid a flock of goats one white lamb feeding, he was concerned that he had nothing but his brown robe to offer for it (for it reminded him of our Lord among the Pharisees); but a merchant came up and paid for it and gave it him, and he took it with him to the city and preached about it so that the hearts of those hearing him were melted. Afterwards the lamb was left in the care of a convent of holy women, and to the Saint's great delight, these wove him a gown of the lamb's innocent wool.

      Fain would I tell of the coneys that took refuge in the folds of his habit, and of the swifts which flew screaming in their glee while he was preaching; but now it is time to speak of the sermon which he preached to a great multitude of birds in a field by the roadside, when he was on his way to Bevagno. Down from the trees flew the birds to hear him, and they nestled in the grassy bosom of the field, and listened till he had done. And these were the words he spoke to them: —

      "Little birds, little sisters mine, much are you holden to God your Creator; and at all times and in every place you ought to praise Him. Freedom He has given you to fly everywhere; and raiment He has given you, double and threefold. More than this, He preserved your kind in the Ark, so that your race might not come to an end. Still more do you owe Him for the element of air, which He has made your portion. Over and above, you sow not, neither do you reap; but God feeds you, and gives you streams and springs for your thirst; the mountains He gives you, and the valleys for your refuge, and the tall trees wherein to build your nests. And because you cannot sew or spin, God takes thought to clothe you, you and your little ones. It must be, then, that your Creator loves you much, since He has granted you so many benefits. Be on your guard then against the sin of ingratitude, and strive always to give God praise."

      And when the Saint ceased speaking, the birds made such signs as they might, by spreading their wings and opening their beaks, to show their love and pleasure; and when he had blessed them with the sign of the cross, they sprang up, and singing songs of unspeakable sweetness, away they streamed in a great cross to the four quarters of heaven.

       THE SERMON OF ST. FRANCIS 9

      Up soared the lark into the air,

      A shaft of song, a winged prayer,

      As if a soul, released from pain,

      Were flying back to heaven again.

      St. Francis heard; it was to him

      An emblem of the Seraphim;

      The upward motion of the fire,

      The light, the heat, the heart's desire.

      Around Assisi's convent gate

      The birds, God's poor who cannot wait,

      From moor and mere and darksome wood,

      Came flocking for their dole of food.

      "O brother birds," St. Francis said,

      "Ye come to me and ask for bread,

      But not with bread alone to-day

      Shall ye be fed and sent away.

      "Ye shall be fed, ye happy birds,

      With manna of celestial words;

      Not mine, though mine they seem to be,

      Not mine, though they be spoken through me.

      "Oh, doubly are ye bound to praise

      The great creator in your lays;

      He giveth you your plumes of down,

      Your crimson hoods, your cloaks of brown.

      "He giveth you your wings to fly

      And breathe a purer air on high,

      And careth for you everywhere

      Who for yourselves so little care."

      With flutter of swift wings and songs

      Together rose the feathered throngs

      And, singing, scattered far apart;

      Deep peace was in St. Francis' heart.

      He knew not if the brotherhood

      His homily had understood;

      He only knew that to one ear

      The meaning of his words was clear.

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      Expression: Talk with your teacher about the life, work, and influence of St. Francis. Refer to cyclopedias for information. Read aloud the prose version of his sermon to the birds; the poetical version. Compare the two versions. What is said in one that is not said in the other?

      

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