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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 13, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 36.

The Date Palm

By Delwin Rees Buckner

By Delwin Rees Buckner

WHERE desert waste continually drifts, The noble, fruitful, heaven-breathing palm Through rude, unfeeling wind, or gentlest calm, Its crown of everlasting green uplifts, And firmly stands, nor for a moment shifts The place where it hath tied its roots, while from Its branches music rises like a psalm To Him who gives the universe its gifts. O, tree of triumph, mounting to the skies, Triumphant, e'en in worthless, barren sand, When God's redeemed have battled with the grave And won; when their sweet songs of joy arise, With harps of gold, there'll be in every hand, O palm, thy leaves of victory to wave.

Esmeraldas, Ecuador.