...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 sua Hangs over sainted LEBANON; Whose head in wintry grandeur tow'rs, And whitens \vitli eternal sleet....

...with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee. SUNSET 1N SYEIA. Now upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory,...in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet. But nought can charm the luckless Peri ; Her soul is sad ; her wings are weary — Joyless she sees...

...left Jerusalem. The poets tell us that there are all seasons at once on this grand old Alp : — ' Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens...in a vale of flowers Is sleeping rosy at his feet.' The eastern ridge runs towards the west, forming the southern boundary of El-Bekaa, broken at one place...

...which he left Jerusalem. The poets tell us that there are all seasons at once on this grand old Alp, " Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens...with eternal sleet, While summer in a vale of flowers IB sleeping rosy at his feet" The eastern ridge runs towards the west, furming the southern boundary...

...this sigh the boon must be " That opes the Gates of Heav'n for thee." Now, upon SVRIA'S laud of roses* Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; pile, sings a melodious air of different harmonies through his fifty orgnn pipes, flaps his wings...

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

...eight or nine hours' hard riding, I found myself constantly repeating Now over Syria's land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And like a glory...in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet. Alas ! nothing could be much less like a vale of flowers than it was at the moment of my visit. The...

...noble cone of Hermon rising majestically over them in the distance. All honour, still, to the mighty Lebanon — " Whose head in wintry grandeur towers,...eternal sleet ; While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is deeping rosy at his feet." the south is the Sea of Galilee in its deep bed, and the chasm of the Jordan...

...exquisite description of Lebanon suggests, I am disposed to think, the true reading of the enigma : " Like a glory the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon,...a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet." The mere lists of the botanist and zoologist are in themselves repulsive and un-ideaed; and yet the...

...this 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,...flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet. To one, who looked from upper air O'er all th' enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow,...