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Of all the fountains that poets sing	A
Crystal thermal or mineral spring	A
Ponce de Leon's Fount of Youth	B
Wells with bottoms of doubtful truth	B
In short of all the springs of Time	C
That ever were flowing in fact or rhyme	C
That ever were tasted felt or seen	D
There were none like the Spring of San Joaquin	D
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Anno Domini eighteen seven	E
Father Dominguez now in heaven	E
Obiit eighteen twenty seven	E
Found the spring and found it too	F
By his mule's miraculous cast of a shoe	F
For his beast a descendant of Balaam's ass	G
Stopped on the instant and would not pass	G
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The Padre thought the omen good	H
And bent his lips to the trickling flood	I
Then as the Chronicles declare	J
On the honest faith of a true believer	K
His cheeks though wasted lank and bare	J
Filled like a withered russet pear	J
In the vacuum of a glass receiver	K
And the snows that seventy winters bring	A
Melted away in that magic spring	A
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Such at least was the wondrous news	L
The Padre brought into Santa Cruz	L
The Church of course had its own views	L
Of who were worthiest to use	M
The magic spring but the prior claim	N
Fell to the aged sick and lame	N
Far and wide the people came	N
Some from the healthful Aptos Creek	O
Hastened to bring their helpless sick	P
Even the fishers of rude Soquel	Q
Suddenly found they were far from well	Q
The brawny dwellers of San Lorenzo	R
Said in fact they had never been so	R
And all were ailing strange to say	S
From Pescadero to Monterey	S
	-
Over the mountain they poured in	T
With leathern bottles and bags of skin	T
Through the canyons a motley throng	U
Trotted hobbled and limped along	U
The Fathers gazed at the moving scene	D
With pious joy and with souls serene	D
And then a result perhaps foreseen	D
They laid out the Mission of San Joaquin	D
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Not in the eyes of faith alone	V
The good effects of the water shone	V
But skins grew rosy eyes waxed clear	W
Of rough vaquero and muleteer	W
Angular forms were rounded out	X
Limbs grew supple and waists grew stout	X
And as for the girls for miles about	X
They had no equal To this day	S
From Pescadero to Monterey	S
You'll still find eyes in which are seen	D
The liquid graces of San Joaquin	D
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There is a limit to human bliss	Y
And the Mission of San Joaquin had this	Y
None went abroad to roam or stay	S
But they fell sick in the queerest way	S
A singular maladie du pays	Z
With gastric symptoms so they spent	A2
Their days in a sensuous content	A2
Caring little for things unseen	D
Beyond their bowers of living green	D
Beyond the mountains that lay between	D
The world and the Mission of San Joaquin	D
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Winter passed and the summer came	N
The trunks of madrono all aflame	N
Here and there through the underwood	H
Like pillars of fire starkly stood	H
All of the breezy solitude	B2
Was filled with the spicing of pine and bay	S
And resinous odors mixed and blended	I
And dim and ghostlike far away	S
The smoke of the burning woods ascended	I
Then of a sudden the mountains swam	C2
The rivers piled their floods in a dam	C2
The ridge above Los Gatos Creek	O
Arched its spine in a feline fashion	E
The forests waltzed till they grew sick	P
And Nature shook in a speechless passion	E
And swallowed up in the earthquake's spleen	D
The wonderful Spring of San Joaquin	D
Vanished and never more was seen	D
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Two days passed the Mission folk	D2
Out of their rosy dream awoke	D2
Some of them looked a trifle white	E2
But that no doubt was from earthquake fright	E2
Three days there was sore distress	F2
Headache nausea giddiness	F2
Four days faintings tenderness	F2
Of the mouth and fauces and in less	F2
Than one week here the story closes	F2
We won't continue the prognosis	F2
Enough that now no trace is seen	D
Of Spring or Mission of San Joaquin	D

Bret Harte

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