Heber's Palestine

When Reginald Heber read his prize poem, "Palestine,"
to Sir Walter Scott, the latter observed that, in the verses on Solomon's

Temple, one striking circumstance had escaped him, namely, that no tools

were used in its erection. Reginald retired for a few minutes to the corner

of the room, and returned with the beautiful lines:--

"No hammer fell, no ponderous axes rung;

Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.

Majestic silence," &c.

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