Down to the waters where the sea gulls call.
It's a long road and sunny, it's a long road and old.
And the brown padres made it for the flocks of the fold;
They made it for the sandals of the sinner-folk that trod
From the fields in the open to the shelter-house of God.
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We will take the road together through the morning's golden glow,
And will dream of those who trod it in the mellowed long ago.
JOHN S. MCGROARTY,
in Just California.
