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BARTIMEUS. / 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.
CHILION. / When was that?