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Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1915. Not illustrated. Excerpt: … THE PALACE OF THE GOVERNORS Ode To Its Transformation By H. Arthur Lombard As fall and winter enter into one, And spring and summer creep to us, it seems, So this memento of the past becomes An oak tree waking from its winter dreams. Where wandering winds of desert meet the hills, Then turn to spread their fragrance o’er the vale, And whisper softly there among the pines Where heroes marked the way along the trail, The breezes and the shadows play all day In by-ways, envied by the sun That strives in vain to melt the coolness there, Its rays defeated, one by one. As sunlight gathers shadows in its arms, And zephyrs then the hurt assuage, So love thus born reveals its subtle charms — The now of beauty, the then of age. But age alone — life’s only fear, Creeps higher on the old adobe walls; Deserted heights once gained, it sheds a tear That stain might aid the rust to gather spoils; But even these add beauty to decay, And bring back memories of the errant past In rushing streams that mark the somber clay — Memento of the one who ruled there last. As falling water mingles with the air In spray that turns to rainbows in the light, So here, the clay has tasted royal fare, And dreams of myriad visions bright. The loud repast with all the tumblers raised — Around the festive board romance must dance; So hand in hand, the present with the past Made light of Fate with its coy glance. Though wine no longer stains the oft-filled glass, And captains general have passed away, The time-scarred columns rise again As once they did in ancient day. Onate and De Vargas and Ben Hur — In these dim halls, each has his shrine, Here conqueror and conquered live again — And beauty adds its touch divine! EDITORIAL–NOTES-COMMUNICATIONS We publish in this issue a portrait of the late Mr…
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