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HIS is the tale that the Chronicle

Tells of the wonderful miracle

Wrought by the pious Padre Serro,

The very reverend Junipero.

The Heathen stood on his ancient mound,

Looking over the desert bound

Into the distant, hazy south,

Over the dusty and broad champaign

Where—with many a gaping mouth,

And fissure cracked by the fervid drouth—

For seven months had the wasted plain

Known no moisture of dew or rain.

The wells were empty and choked with sand;

The rivers had perished from the land;