A Friar Who Asks Alms For God's

Light-enchanted Sunflower, Thou Who Gazest Ever True And Tender On The Sun's Revolving Splendour.

Our Treasures Trifles Seem, And All Our Life Is Dreaming, And The Dreams Themselves Are Dreams.

For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.

Green Is The Prime Color Of The World, And That From Which Its Loveliness Arises.

At The Point When Affection Is Not Frenzy, It Is Not Adore.