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A Collection Of Poems

By John Whaley

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Oh! Had kind Fate prolong'd his peaceful Days,
In hoary Goodness, and respected Ease;
What Structures then, had rose to Granta's View!
But oh! Just as the ripening Wonders grew,
Just as the Tree began to Form a Shade,
And gath'ring Boughs a kindly Covert made,
The cruel Spoiler with oppressive Wrath
Struck off the sacred Top, and wither'd all the Growth.