POEMS. ISRAEL. Tandem surge pater, tecta Sionia Promissumque ferunt diem. BUCHANAN. WHEN from yon lofty peak, where olives wave Their verdant boughs o'er many an ancient grave, The Hebrew glances on the scene below; 12 Well may he sigh, and well his tears may flow. Where, Salem! are the walls that erst withstood Rome's dreaded arms, as rocks the rushing flood? Where is the temple which in ancient days So oft resounded with Jehovah's praise ? Where are thy ramparts, where thy temple now? Gone, like the leaflet from the naked bough, B When Winter's winds pervade the turbid air, Stern Night advances in her sable car. How soon were they, who thus exclaimed, to see Though for a while those mighty walls impede, The hostile fires with fearful speed extend, Their loftiest buildings, wrapped in flame, descend; Their blood in many a crimson torrent streams, The scene on every side with carnage teems, While o'er the prostrate fane the eagle standard gleams. Still, since that bloody, that eventful day, The home of Gentiles and the spoil of foes. And strives to raise yon city's prostrate walls. Thus flies the lone and gloomy thicket, where |