Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Trees: Flowers: PlantsThe Palm-Tree
John Greenleaf Whittier (18071892)I
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm?
Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm?
Whose ribs of palm have a palm-bark sheath,
And a rudder of palm it steereth with.
Fibres of palm are its woven sails,
And the rope is of palm that idly trails!
The cocoa-nut with its stony shell,
And the milky sap of its inner cell.
But hollowed nuts, filled with oil and wine,
And the cabbage that ripens under the Line?
The master, whose cunning and skill could charm
Cargo and ship from the bounteous palm.
From a beaker of palm his drink is quaffed,
And a palm thatch shields from the sun aloft!
And he holds a palm-leaf scroll in his hands,
Traced with the Prophet’s wise commands!
Was daintily wrought of the palm-leaf braid,
And the fan that cools him of palm was made.
Whereon he kneels when the day is done,
And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one!
Wherein all uses of man combine,—
House and raiment and food and wine!
His need of the palm shall only cease
With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace.
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm;
“Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!”