“To sweet St. Francis’ native town,
Alas! we made no pilgrimage;
Nor to St. Mary’s, lower down,
His Portiuncula hermitage.
We knew but by its star-like shine
The splendors of Assisi’s shrine,
In mystic triple stage on stage.
It only asked one summer’s day—
How strange it seems in you and me!—
That narrow vale of Umbria