“But fair the exil'd Palm-tree grew
Midst foliage of no kindred hue;
Through the laburnum’s dropping gold
Rose the light shaft of Orient mould,
And Europe’s violets, faintly sweet,
Purpled the mossbeds at its feet.”

The Palm Tree http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/hemans/records/tree.html, st. 2.

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