But he put up a prayer first, brief yet strong,
"Our Lady avert mischance!"
Now it happened at close of a fructuous week
"I must ask," quoth he, "some Saint to dine:
I want that widow well out of my ears
With her ailing and wailing. Who bade her seek
Redress at my hands? 'She was wronged!' Folk whine
If to Law wrong right appears.
"Matteo da Bascio—he 's my man!
No less than Chief of the Capucins: