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Hymne à Saint Martin Oh, man unsullied and invincible by work fearless of death, who hasn't dread of death, not declined of life, alleluia. Eyes and arms always turned to the heavens, not overcoming by the spirit of prayer, and not wearied, alleluia. Martin, beaming with joy of Abraham, Martin, he is poor and modest, stepping rich to the heavens, honored with hymns of heaven. Alleluia. |
