Jericho

Where are thy walls, proud Jericho? — the blast
Of Israel's horn to earth thy towers might cast,
But Time more surely lays thy bulwarks low;
Yonder the Jordan sweeps with tireless flow,
And Pisgah rears his earth-o'ergazing brow,
Defying storm and thunder — where art thou?
Thy towers have left no stone; not e'en a palm
Waves on thy site amidst the burning calm: