In a Mission Garden

(Santa Barbara)

By CLARENCE URMY

Stand here, and watch the wondrous birth of Dreams
From out the Gate of Silence. Time and Tide,
With fingers on their lips, forever bide In large-eyed wonderment, where Thoughts and Themes Of days long flown pass down the slumbrous streams
To ports of Poet-land and Song-land. Side
By side the many-colored Visions glide, And leave a wake where Fancy glows and gleams.

And then the bells! One stands with low-bowed head
While list’ning to their silver tongues recite
The sweet tale of the Angelus—there slips
A white dove low across the tiling red—
And as we breathe a whispered, fond "Good night,"
A "Pax vobiscum" parts the Padre’s lips.

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XXIII No. 5 NOVEMBER, 1910