And made the dreary waste to bloom once more.
Silently, selflessly he went and came;
He sought to live and die unheard of men—
Praise made his pale cheek glow as if with shame.
A hundred years and more have passed since then.
And yet the imprint of his feet today
Is traced in flowers from here to Monterey.
MARY E. MANNIX.
MAY 29.