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I see again The little band from sunny Spain, Those godly ones, and full of grace, And without stain, Who, heeding neither toil nor pain, Desiring men of every race, That such might see sweet Jesus' face, And that at length the Lord might reign Among all peoples, even so, Sought in the wilderness this place, And consecrated, long ago. I SEE AGAIN THE LITTLE BAND FROM SUNNY SPAIN THOSE GODLY ONES AND FULL OF GRACE AND WITHOUT STAIN WHO HEEDING NEITHER TOIL NOR PAIN DESIRING MEN OF EVERY RACE THAT SUCH MIGHT SEE SWEET JESUS FACE AND THAT AT LENGTH THE LORD MIGHT REIGN AMONG ALL PEOPLE EVEN SO SAW IN THE WILDERNESS THIS PLACE AND CONSECRATED LONG AGO
glossy leaves of these, The sparkling, yellow sunbeams steep The mission garden, where the bees Are hoarding deep Of heliotrope that hangs the wall As for some princely festival, While white and tall Bright lilies bloom in grace untold, And those rare roses, passing all In splendor, called “The Cloth of Gold!” O heart, my heart, throb high and fast With rapture! for how couldst thou know Amid the far-off frost and snow Where all the skies are overcast And shrill and chill the north-winds blow, How couldst thou know December heavens anywhere Could show such rare Such tender and divinest guise, That earth and air Could weave such strange, resistless spell As this that folds us flower-wise At sweet San Gabriel! San Gabriel! the holy words Fall soft as music on the ear; I think they are as sweet to hear As any song of summer birds; And harkening them, the while in clear, Pure, quivering notes, The ancient bells begin to chime, In shadowy-wise before me floats A vision of the vanished time.  DOWN BELOW BETWEEN THE GLOSSY LEAVES OF THESE THE SPARKLING YELLOW SUNBEAMS STEEP THE MISSION GARDEN WHERE THE BEES ARE HOARDING DEEP OF HELOTROPE THAT HANGS THE WALL AS FOR SOME PRINCELY FESTIVAL WHILE WHITE AND TALL BRIGHT LILY BLOOM AND GRACE UNTOLD AND THOSE RARE ROSES PASSING ALL IN SPLENDOUR CALLED THE CLOTH OF GOLD O HEART MY HEART THROB HIGH AND FAST WITH RAPTURE FOR HOW COULDST THOU KNOW AMID THE FAR OFF FROST AND SNOW WHERE ALL THE SKIES ARE OVERCAST AND SHRILL AND CHILL THE NORTH WINDS BLOW HOW COULDST THOU KNOW DECEMBER HEAVENS ANYWHERE COULD SHOW SUCH RARE SUCH TENDER AND DIVINEST GUISE THAT EARTH AND AIR COULD WEAVE SUCH STRANGE RESTLESS SPELL AS THIS THAT FOLDS US FLOWER WISE AS SWEET SANG GABRIEL SANG GABRIEL THE HOLY WORDS FALL SOFTLY AS MUSIC ON THE EAR I THINK THEY ARE AS SWEET TO HEAR AS ANY SONG OF SUMMER BIRDS AND HEARKENING THEM AND WHILE IN CLEAR PURE QUIVERING NOTES THE ANCIENT BELLS BEGIN TO CHIME IN SHADOWY WISE BEFORE ME FLOATS A VISION OF THE VANISHED TIME
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