It was not yet night,
the Saturday after Vespers
Brother Francis bowed his head
And he returned to the Lord.
His soul like light
Beyond the clouds he rose
Like a ship on the waters
Into the glory of the heavens he entered
And as the shadows fell
The larks came singing,
over the houses wheeling
they remained shouting for a long time.
It was not yet night,
the Saturday after Vespers
every mystery was accomplished in him
Brother Francis passed away.