The Miracle of Padre Junipero. 85 Out from the desert's blinding heat The Padre dropped at the heathen's feet. Down on his pallid and careworn face, And a smile of scorn went round the band Flung with so little of Christian grace Said one to him: "It seems thy god He could not shield thine aching eyes Thy limbs are racked with the fever-pain: Strange to his ways and his commands, "Drink but this cup," said the Padre, straight, "And thou shalt know whose mercy bore These aching limbs to your heathen door, And purged my soul of its gross estate. Drink!" and he held the cup. One blow From the heathen dashed to the ground below The sacred cup that the Padre bore ; And the thirsty soil drank the precious store Of sacramental and holy wine, That emblem and consecrated sign And blessed symbol of blood divine. Then, says the legend (and they who doubt From the dry and feverish soil leaped out A living fountain; a well-spring burst Over the sandy and sterile plain, Till the granite ribs and the milk-white stones The Miracle of Padre Junipero. That lay in the valley-the scattered bones- Such was the wonderful miracle 87 AN ARCTIC VISION. WHERE the short-legged Esquimaux Waddle in the ice and snow, And the playful polar bear Nips the hunter unaware; Where by day they track the ermine, And by night another vermin, Segment of the frigid zone, Shore end of our western cable,- Thrill through all your Arctic flocs, An Arctic Vision. And reverberate the boast From the cliffs of Beechey's coast, Every bay of Norton Sound, Throw the vocal tide-wave back To the isles of Kodiac. Let the stately polar bears Waltz around the pole in pairs, And the walrus, in his glee, Bare his tusk of ivory ; While the bold sea unicorn Calmly takes an extra horn; In the airiest of lancers; Slide, ye solemn glaciers, slide, Nor in rash precipitation 89 |