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BARTIMEUS.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Be not impatient, Chilion; it is pleasant

To sit here in the shadow of the walls

Under the palms, and hear the hum of bees,

And rumor of voices passing to and fro,

And drowsy bells of caravans on their way

To Sidon or Damascus. This is still

The City of Palms, and yet the walls thou seest

Are not the old walls, not the walls where Rahab

Hid the two spies, and let them down by cords

Out of the window, when the gates were shut,

And it was dark. Those walls were overthrown

When Joshua's army shouted, and the priests

Blew with their seven trumpets.