1627.] The Palm Tree. 27 



Strange looked it there ! the willow streamed 

 Where silvery waters near it gleamed; 

 The lime-bough lured the honey-bee 

 To murmur by the Desert's tree ; 

 , And showers of snowy roses made 



A lustre in its fan-like shade. 



There came an eve of festal hours 

 Rich music filled that garden's bowers ; 

 Lamps, that from flowering branches hung, 

 On sparks of dew soft colours flung ; 

 And bright forms glanced a fairy shew 

 Under the blossoms to and fro. 



But one, a lone one, 'midst the throng, 

 Seemed reckless all of dance or song : 

 He was a youth of dusky mien, 

 Whereon the Indian sun had been ; 

 Of crested brow, and long black hair 

 A stranger, like the Palm-tree, there. 



And slowly, sadly, moved his plumes, 

 Glittering athwart the leafy glooms : 

 He passed the pale green olives by, 

 Nor won the chestnut-flowers his eye ; 

 But when to that sole Palm he came, 

 Then shot a rapture through his frame ! 





To him, to him, its rustling spoke, 



The silence of his soul it broke ! 



It whispered of his own bright isle, 



That lit the ocean with a smile ; 



Aye, to his ear that native tone 



Had something of the sea-wave's moan ! 



His mother's cabin-home, that lay 

 Where feathery cocoas fringed the bay ; 

 The dashing of his brethren's oaf ; 

 The conch's wild note along the shore ; 

 All, through his wakening bosom swept : 

 He clasped his country's tree, and wept.* 



Oh 1 scorn him not ! the strength, whereby 



The patriot girds himself to die 



Th' unconquerable power, which fills 



The freeman, battling on his hills 



These have one fountain, deep and clear, 



The same whence gushed that child-like tear ! F.H. 



This incident is, I think, recorded by De Lille, in his poem of " Les Jardins.' 



