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“The tree of love its roots hath spread Deep in my heart, and rears its head; Rich are its fruits: they joy dispense; Transport the heart, and ravish sense. In love's sweet swoon to thee I cleave, Bless'd source of love.”

Quote by Francis of Assisi

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Francis of Assisi
Francis of Assisi

St. Francis of Assisi was an Italian Catholic saint who lived from June 24, 1182, to October 3, 1226. He is considered a reformer of the Catholic Church, known for his emphasis on poverty and simplicity of life. more

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