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Most Holy has created Thee of exceeding
comeliness, powerful, beauteous and useful. Be
Thou to me in this my hour merciful, be courteous.
I beseech the Great Lord who has created Thee
that He may temper for me Thy heat that I may
be able patiently to endure Thy burning me.”
When he had finished his prayer over the
iron, glistening with heat, he made the sign of
the cross and remained steadfastly unflinching
while the hissing iron was plunged into the
tender flesh, and from the ear to the eyebrow
the cautery was drawn.
“Brother Medico,” said St. Francis to the
physician, “if it is not well burnt, thrust in
again!”
And the physician, beholding in the weakness
of the flesh such wondrous strength of spirit,
marvelled and said:
“I tell you, brethren, I have seen strange
things to-day!”
Alas! the saintliest of all men prayed in vain,
suffered in vain, you forsook Il Poverello as you
had forsaken the great Pharaoh. When on their
homeward journey the faithful brethren
deposited the litter with its frail burden under the
olive-trees by the foot of the hill, St. Francis
could no longer see his beloved Assisi as he
raised his hands to give it his last blessing.
How then can I, the sinner, the humblest of
all your worshippers, hope for mercy from you,
impassive Ruler of Life! How dare I ask for
yet another favour from you, from you who has
already given me so many precious gifts with
lavish hands! You gave me my eyes to sparkle
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