CHAPTER XVII.
THE CANTICLE OF THE SUN Autumn, 1224-Autumn, 1225 The morning after St.Michael's Day (September 30, 1224) Francis quitted Verna and went to Portiuncula.

He was too much exhausted to think of making the journey on foot, and Count Orlando put a horse at his disposal.
We can imagine the emotion with which he bade adieu to the mountain on which had been unfolded the drama of love and pain which had consummated the union of his entire being with the Crucified One.
Amor, amor, Gesu desideroso, Amor voglio morire, Te abrazando Amor, dolce Gesu, meo sposo, Amor, amor, la morte te domando, Amor, amor, Gesu si pietoso Tu me te dai in te transformato Pensa ch'io vo spasmando Non so o io me sia Gesu speranza mia Ormai va, dormi in amore.
So sang Giacopone dei Todi in the raptures of a like love.[1] If we are to believe a recently published document,[2] Brother Masseo, one of those who remained on the Verna, made a written account of the events of this day.
They set out early in the morning.

Francis, after having given his directions to the Brothers, had had a look and a word for everything around; for the rocks, the flowers, the trees, for brother hawk, a privileged character which was authorized to enter his cell at all times, and which came every morning, with the first glimmer of dawn, to remind him of the hour of service.[3] Then the little band set forth upon the path leading to Monte-Acuto.[4] Arrived at the gap from whence one gets the last sight of the Verna, Francis alighted from his horse, and kneeling upon the earth, his face turned toward the mountain, "Adieu," he said, "mountain of God, sacred mountain, _mons coagulatus, mons pinguis, mons in quo bene placitum est Deo habitare_; adieu Monte-Verna, may God bless thee, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; abide in peace; we shall never see one another more." Has not this artless scene a delicious and poignant sweetness?
He must surely have uttered these words, in which suddenly the Italian does not suffice and Francis is obliged to resort to the mystical language of the breviary to express his feelings.
A few minutes later the rock of the ecstacy had disappeared.

The descent into the valley is rapid.

The Brothers had decided to spend the night at Monte-Casale, the little hermitage above Borgo San-Sepolcro.