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Rh And from thy summit, pure and wise His words like balm distilled ; And Jew, and scribe, and Pharisee With awe of Him were filled. Jerusalem! Jerusalem! I've wandered o'er the sea, And passed by many a classic shrine, Dreaming the while of thee. And resting 'neatlı this fig-tree's shade, 1 gaze on all thy dearth; But still, Jerusalem, thou art The holiest spot on earth!

THREE years ago to-night,-a summer night, With lines of purple in the western sky, The sea-waves rolling up the beach foam white, And in the distance a ship sailing by, A crescent moon pallid behind gray clouds, - Oh, why do young moons pale and sunsets die ? - We driſted on beyond the rocky isles That guard the broadening outlet of the bay, And watched the billows, mighty piles on piles, As, bonnding in, they drenched us with their spray; And all the land, and all the starry sky, In perfect peace and silence trancéd lay.