Show SAI SAINT T ISADORA When the springs spring's fair cheek chook was t turning Swarthy with tho summers summer's h heat t. t With tho the blo blossoms ms- ms redder burning Through tho the ga gay Alcala street Whore Where In olden days das of conquest On the war horse rode the CId Swept In state th tho yearly pageant Through the tho city of or Madrid Banners streaming rare and costly From Flom the ancient silken looms Of tho the old town of Livonia r Hid amid the mountain glooms blooms Gorgeous stoles with lights and cro crosses crosser c Priests and holy friars bore Through tho great cat and royal eft city For Its patron bad re Santiago Alcantara All 11 their bl blazoned emblems bring bring- Broidered ribbons blue and silver With tho the cypher of ot tho the king I Where hero tho limpid stream ar arts falling From tho the fountains fountain's marblo marble throat Past th the garden of or Latona On the ga gay procession floats Isadore Isadora was but a l p peasant Simple-hearted Simple true truo of or faith Yet escaped not words worth of slander So the ancient legend Balth For each morning tJ kneeling lowly Jowly At the holy oly sacrament Later than his gay companion To the th held field of or toll toU he ho went WJ Wide e and deep were all alI the furrows Plenteously the harvest bore Nor did blight or mildew g gather ther In the tho field ld of or I Yet t his ml master maMer tor warned warne and Watched to see the tho peasant paw par From tho the church of ot Coming from the early carly mae maa Swiftly oer o'er tho the waiting plowshare Bowed the tho simple peasants peasant's h head ad I While lIo his hla master muter In amazement I Saw Saw-a a second cond plowshare sped Two white oxen through tho the pasture I Cut the furrows s deep and wide By an age ajel el urged and r M I In the slant l rays roS b by his side Id In a Spanish tale talc and I legend j Sings tho glory ot of Castile Of or Herrara or of Mendora And Toledo's Toledos blades blade of ot Ete steel l While the songs longs of or Farinelli Float like Uke clear and silver hor bells belli And nd the soldier bard Cervantes Many a famous story t tells ll 1 Yet ret this legend old and ad simple Shines from ou out that storied gloom Like th the tho beautiful Gar Gardenia Never tl e out of ot bud and bloom For th the heart holds dear deal and erod Man Many nn a a. lowly peasants peasant's tale or Of tho thol those lives 3 of or humble duty with heavenly might prevail I Union |