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dreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the Lamb, 
clothed with white robes, and palms in tlieir hands.” 
After considering the different species of fame which 
these two noble trees memorialise,— the one “ of the 
earth, earthy,” the other, that which shall subsist eter¬ 
nally,— who would hesitate which to prefer ? 
If endless ages can outweigh an hour 
Let not the laurel, but the palm inspire.” 
Yes: let the bay still crown the warrior and the 
poet, — the Christian, humbly, yet hopefully, aspires 
to the palm! 
Not around the peaceful bower 
Should thy verdant branches twine, 
Though thy leaves through wintry hour 
With unchanging lustre shine: 
There are fitter scenes than this for thy bloom. 
On the poet’s lofty brow 
Let thy classic garlands glow, 
Or, if he lieth low, 
On his tomb. 
