. At early candle light and other poems. O CHRISTMAS TREE. HE Palm is the king of the landsof the sun,And his touseled plumes are tossedWhere the wild gazelles thewinds outrun,On the marge of the stands as straight as atemple his laughing leafagegreenFlings fragrant shade on the fountain, quaffedBy the wandering Bedoueen. But no palm-fruit, when peeled, can be As sweet as the fruit of the Christmas Tree. The Oak is the king of the lands of the corn; When the tempest clouds the walks the world in splendid scorn, How its wrath the oak defies! He stands serene, e
. At early candle light and other poems. O CHRISTMAS TREE. HE Palm is the king of the landsof the sun,And his touseled plumes are tossedWhere the wild gazelles thewinds outrun,On the marge of the stands as straight as atemple his laughing leafagegreenFlings fragrant shade on the fountain, quaffedBy the wandering Bedoueen. But no palm-fruit, when peeled, can be As sweet as the fruit of the Christmas Tree. The Oak is the king of the lands of the corn; When the tempest clouds the walks the world in splendid scorn, How its wrath the oak defies! He stands serene, elect, apart, And he drinks, from a dewy knoll,48 O CHRISTHAS TREE 49 The sap that sings in his shaggy heartAnd strengthens his stout old soul. Tho he boasts of the proudest pedigree,He doffs his crown to the Christmas Tree. The Pine is the king of the lands of snow, Sole lord of the leagues of hillsWhere the stars in shining clusters grow. And the moon its splendor spillsOn the edge of the earths gray parapet, Where he taketh the dawns red torchTo rekind
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