| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | At Samaria | | By Clinton Scollard |
| | | WE climbed the hill where from Samaria’s crown | |
| In marble majesty once looked away | |
| Toward Hermon, white beneath the Syrian day; | |
| And lo, no vestige of the old renown. | |
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| Save a long colonnade bescarred and brown, | 5 |
| Remained to tell of Herod’s regal sway, | |
| The gold, the gauds, the imperial display, | |
| He heaped on Judah’s erewhile princely town. | |
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| Ruin was riotous; decay was king; | |
| An olive-root engript the topmost stone; | 10 |
| 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! | | | | |
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