Here you will find the Poem The Palm Branch Of Palestine of poet Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Palm branch of Palestine, oh tell me, In that far distant home-land fair, Wast rooted in the mountain gravel Or sprung from some vale garden rare? Once o'er the Jordan's silver billows Fond kissed with thee the Eastern sun? Have the grim gales 'neath starry heavens Swept over thee from Lebanon? And was a trembling prayer soft whispered, A father's song sung over thee-- When from the parent stem dis-severed By some poor aborigine? And is the palm tree ever standing, Amid the fierce glare beating down, The pilgrim in the desert luring To shelter 'neath her shadow crown? Perhaps the leaves ancestral shiver In unappeased parting pain, The branch conceals a homesick longing For desert wilderness again? Was it a pilgrim who first brought thee To the cold North, with pious hand? Who mused upon his home in sadness, And dost thou bear his tear's hot brand? Was it Jehovah's favored warrior, His gleaming head transfigured bright, For God and man true-sworn, devoted Unto the victory of light? Before the wonder-working image Thou stand'st as heaven's defence divine, O branch from out that holy country, The sanctuary's shield and sign! It darkens, golden lamp light splendors Enveil the cross, the sacred shrine-- The peace of God is wafted o'er us From thee, oh branch of Palestine!