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Upon the burning of White-hall, Jan. 4. 1697/8.
In English.
While leud White-hall burning in justest Flames,Heav'n's Wrath 'gainst Force, and Lust, and Fraud proclaims;
In Eagles Shape, the Genius of our Isle,
Clapping its Wings, with Joy flew round the Pile:
No Chappel, Room of State or Ease exempt.
But when the Banquet-house the Flames attempt,
Hold! (cry'd the Angel) for this sacred Place,
Where Ty---t's Blood wash'd out my Isle's Disgrace,
Shall every Fire (but the World's last) outface.
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