The North Side 



the setting sun illumine the graves of the 

 unnamed dead ; such is an experience not 

 readily forgotten. 



" Perchance the men who chose this sacred ground, 

 Set high between the mountains and the sea, 

 In that last radiance of the sunset found 

 Some promise of a glory yet to be ; 



" Some hope In that last burning sunset kiss 



For those who nameless and unhonoured lie j 

 Some fitting symbol of unearthly bliss 

 For such poor fragments of humanity." 



And it may be that as you stroll back along 

 the level path — the path by which the villagers 

 are borne to their long rest — the tower of Santa 

 Quiteria will ring forth the Angelus, telling 

 once more, as it has told through the centuries, 

 its message of peace and consolation. 



«' To me, a stranger, of an alien race. 



Doubter, yet lover of the ancient ways, 



It brought perchance some particle of grace, 



Some reflex of the light of other days ; 



" It stirred the feelings and it touched the heart j 

 It told of causes lost and victories won ; 

 It called up memories of the painter's art, 

 The Virgin Mother and her wide-eyed Son, 



" And of the artist's fancy fairest flower. 



Those humble figures of poor human clay, 

 That stand attentive at the evening hour, 

 And bow their heads in reverence, and pray. 



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