And yet at last these murmurings
Had forced attention, drawn its thoughts
From godly height to baser things.
It sought the reason, paused awhile;
Though skies had greyed there pearled some light;
Then flashed the truth, itself could see;
Those other trees had vision slight.
And then the palm began to talk
And told of dawn and afterglow.
How skies touched earth with brilliancy,