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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of St. Francis and the Ass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our father, ere he went <br>Out with his brother, Death, <br>Smiling and well-content <br>As a bridegroom goeth, <br>Sweetly forgiveness prayed <br>From man or beast whom he <br>Had ever injured<br>Or burdened needlessly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Verily,' then said he,<br>'I crave before I pass <br>Forgiveness full and free<br>Of my little brother, the ass.<br>Many a time and oft, <br>When winds and ways were hot, <br>He hath borne me cool and soft <br>And service grudged me not. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And once did it betide <br>There was, unseen of me,<br>A gall upon his side <br>That suffered grievously. <br>And once his manger was <br>Empty and bare, and brown. <br>(Praise God for sweet, dry grass <br>That Bethlehem folk shook down! ) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Consider, brethren,' said he, <br>'Our little brother; how mild, <br>How patient, he will be, <br>Though men are fierce and wild. <br>His coat is gray and fine, <br>His eyes are kind with love; <br>This little brother of mine <br>Is gentle as the dove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Consider how such an one <br>Beheld our Saviour born, <br>And carried him, full-grown, <br>Through Eastern streets one morn.<br>For this the Cross is laid <br>Upon him for a sign. <br>Greatly is honourèd <br>This little brother of mine.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And even while he spake, <br>Down in his stable stall <br>His little ass 'gan shake <br>And turned its face to the wall. <br>Down fell the heavy tear; <br>Its gaze so mournful was, <br>Fra Leo, standing near, <br>Pitied the little ass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night our father died, <br>All night the kine did low: <br>The ass went heavy-eyed, <br>With patient tears and slow. <br>The very birds on wings <br>Made mournful cries in the air. <br>Amen! all living things <br>Our father's brethern were.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q>
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Out with his brother, Death, 
Smiling and well-content 
As a bridegroom goeth, 
Sweetly forgiveness prayed 
From man or beast whom he 
Had ever injured
Or burdened needlessly. 

'Verily,' then said he,
'I crave before I pa..."></div>
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