Wanderer, stop and take in:
Here rests in holy peace
As his name says
Fidelis, a loyal steward.
Assiduously he tilled the field
and sowed the seed of truth.
And that he could bring Him sheaves of wheat
He nourished him with the blood of his heart
Look, He longs for you too
to be held in his heavenly barn
Oh don't deny him
swear to it before you depart.
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