University of California 1 C } CALii-0 n of CALIFORNIA'S CHAIN OF MISSIONS. BY CARRIE B. RICE. ILLUSTRATED BY MABEL E. RICE. **vrCBfi ."*. O *jf n da&s.of yore, the Monks who came into the lonely West, First raised the cross in some bright glen, or on a hilly crest, And swung their bells from ancient oaks to call red men to prayer, While heads were bowed to chant the mass out in God's open air. From sea-girt San Diego to the open Gate of Gold, Runs a chain of ruined Missions now, adobe shrines of old, Once the bells in chiming cadence told the solemn hour of prayer, While incense rose in perfumed clouds upon the quiet air. The silent tongues of brazen bells still hang in belfry towers, Now hushed the echoing notes that tell of holy angelus hours, When all must bow and cross themselves, must count their beads and pray, In morning hours, in noontide heat and at each close of day. With beads untold, the padres lie in white-robed solitude, Sleeping the sleep that endeth not, in tangled f J church-yard rude, 'J' Where shadows of low arches gray, and dim '; arcades repose, The mustard and the lily white and golden poppy blows. The grape vine and green ivy creep on trellis and on wall, Sweet fragrant breath of roses greets the feathery peppers tall, The curved stone benches yet remain, beneath the palm trees shade, But broken now the turn-stile gate where crystal fountains played. Then cross the emerald pastures and the smiling meadow land, To where the relic-hunter has laid his plundering hand ; While traveling in this sunset land, in health or pleasure quest, Whate'er you miss, fail not to see these abbeys of the West. Then restore the pristine beauty of these land marks old and gray, That Spanish fathers cherished, now fast falling to decay, Though of another faith, 'tis true, we'll evermore revere, Storm-beaten walls that crumble, red -tiled cloisters they held dear. /9oo U. C. BERKELEY LIBRARIES CDSS3312S3