...sigh the boon must be " That opes the Gates of Heav'n for thee." Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses 3 Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory,...his feet. To one, who look'd from upper air O'er all the' enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below...

...sigh the boon must be " That opes the Gates of Heav'n for thee." Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses 3 Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory,...vale of flowers, . , Is sleeping rosy at his feet. • . I y • » To one, who look'd from upper air O'er all the' enchanted regions there, How beauteous...

...Description of the Mahometan Paradise, in his Beauties of Christianity. Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses* Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory,...whitens with eternal sleet, While summer in a vale of flower* Is sleeping rosy at his feet. To one, who look'd from upper air O'er all the enchanted regions...

...this sigh the boon must be " That opes the Gates of Heav'n for thee." Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON j Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer in a vale of flowers,...

...the world. One lordly mountain indeed remains immutably the same, Whose head in wintry grandeur towen And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer in a vale of flowers Lies sleeping rosy at his feet. And well may it be called the " Sovereign Blanc/' It is a singular...

...sigh the boon must be " That opes the Gates of Heaven for thee." Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses * Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory,...his feet. To one who look'd from upper air O'er all the enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below...

...Description of the Mahometan Paradise, in his Beauties of Christianity. Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses * Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBArvoi*, Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a...

...this sigh the boon must be " That opes the gates of Heav'n for thee." Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory,...his feet. To one, who look'd from upper air O'er all the enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below...

...in magnificent repose ; and of it one of our poets says : " Like a glory, the broad sun Hangs o'er sainted Lebanon, Whose head in wintry grandeur towers...a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet." The Lebanon range is properly an immense tract of mountainous country, about 100 miles in length. Its...

...the mystery and soften the harshness of the foregoing criticism. " Now, upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory,...his feet. To one who look'd from upper air O'er all the' enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below...