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THE PALMER.
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 e'en as waters part,
To meet in the deep alone!
