PALESTINE.
“By cool Siloam’s shady rill
How sweet the lily grows;
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon’s dewy rose!”
--HEBER.
“What was any scene on earth in comparison with the one which we
were about to gaze on! Every face was turned towards Jerusalem. The
round hill dotted with trees, the dome beneath, the few minarets
near it--there were Olivet and Jerusalem. No words were spoken, no
exclamations heard, when we saw for the first time, the city of the
Great King.”
--NORMAN MACLEOD.