The Palmer
Felicia Dorothea
Hemans (née Browne)
Hemans, Felicia
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Signed Mrs Hemans.
(KF)
Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine
28
174
983
The faded palm-branch in his hand
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The Palmer
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By Mrs Hemans
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The faded palm-branch in his hand
Shew’d pilgrim from the Holy Land.
Scott.
Art thou come from the far-off land at last ?
Thou that hast wander’d long !
Thou art come to a home whence the smile hath pass’d,
With the merry voice of song.
For the sunny glance and the bounding heart,
Thou wilt seek—but all are gone ;
They are parted ev’n as waters part,
To meet in the deep alone !
And thou—from thy lip is fled the glow,
From thine eye the light of morn ;
And the shades of thought o’erhang thy brow,
And thy cheek with life is worn.
Say what hast thou brought from the distant shore,
For thy wasted youth to pay ?
Hast thou treasure to bring thee joys once more ?
Hast thou vassals to smooth thy way ?
“ I have brought but the palm-branch in my hand,
Yet I call not my bright youth lost !
I have won but high thought in the Holy Land,
Yet I count not too dear the cost !
“ I look on the leaves of the deathless tree,—
These records of my track ;
And better than youth in its flush of glee,
Are the memories they give me back !
“ They speak of toil, and of high emprise,
As in words of solemn cheer,
They speak of lonely victories
O’er Pain, and Doubt, and Fear.
“ They speak of scenes, which have now become
Bright pictures in my breast ;
Where my spirit finds a glorious home,
And the love of my heart can rest.
“ The colours pass not from these away,
Like tints of shower or sun ;
Oh! beyond all treasures that know decay,
Is the wealth my soul hath won !
“ A rich light thence o’er my life’s decline,
An inborn light is cast ;
For the sake of the Palm from the Holy Shrine,
I bewail not my bright days past !”