CHAPTER XII.

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.