Solomon's Temple
WHEN Reginald Heber read his prize poem of 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.