Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Clinton ScollardAt Samaria
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In marble majesty once looked away
Toward Hermon, white beneath the Syrian day;
And lo, no vestige of the old renown.
Remained to tell of Herod’s regal sway,
The gold, the gauds, the imperial display,
He heaped on Judah’s erewhile princely town.
An olive-root engript the topmost stone;
As tho it clutched and crusht the thing called fame;
Seemed as a fragile wind-flower petal blown
Into the void, the past’s vain glorying,
And Herod but the shadow of a name!