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Oh dearest kind Saint Anthony

Today we celebrate

Your lovely feast and joyously

Consume your blessed bread.



Oh humble saint, so popular,

Most famed and most renowned,

Great wonder worker, shining star

Through whom lost things are found.



Saint Anthony of Padua

The pilgrim's train is long

Before the famed Basilica

That holds your golden tongue.



I often prayed before your shrine,

The one that hold you tongue

In silernce by some candle's shine.

And my soul broke out in song.







Miracle worker glorious,

To you the pilgrims turn,

Afflicted ones and in distress

Whose hearts for healing yearn.



Worker of countless prodigies,

Hot penitential tears

Caused by your stirring homilies

Moved infidels and peers.



Oh helper in necessities

When matters go awry,

Enlighten mankind's vagaries

That often fly too high.



So proud are the Italians

Of their Saint Anthony,

But you have also foreign fans

And screwballs too like me.



Oh champion of humility,

Despairing folks with fervency

Implore you: 'Help Saint Anthony'

When lost is wallet, cards and key!'



And this kind saint stoops graciously

Lost items to restore,

Lost wallets, key rings, cards and key,-

To the proprietor.



And when we leave this earthly shore

We beg you to be guide,

To by your merits find the door

To the eternal light.



(c) Elizabeth Dandy



Feast of St. Anthony of Padua June 13/07