Note 96 — The Fifth Book.

Within the walls Of Babylon was rais’d a lofty mound Where flowers and aromatic shrubs adorn’d The pensile garden. For Nebassar’s queen, Fatigued with Babylonia’s level plains, Sigh’d for her Median home, where nature’s hand Had scoop’d the vale, and cloath’d the mountain’s side With many a verdant wood; nor long she pin’d Till that uxorious monarch called on art To rival nature’s sweet variety. Forthwith two hundred thousand slaves uprear’d This hill, egregious work; rich fruits o’er hang The sloping walks and odorous shrubs entwine Their undulating branches. Roberts’s Judah Restored.