, V V THH OLD SPANISH TRAIL vrom where the flowers of Florida Smile on the southern Gulf, To where the Arizona hills Are rich with conoer pelf, And then to where the western shores Greet the incoming sail, The road of glory twines its way— The good Old Spanish Trail The lure of gold, the hope of fame. That drew the Spaniard on. That steeled his heart to high emprise Are never, never gone, Hut still today they beckon plain To thdse who dr.re to fail And still the ranks of chivalry Sing on the Ol?d Spanish Trail. ---Tt’.F.M. in the Bisbee Review.