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A Collection Of Poems

By John Whaley

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Oh! Where were then the sacred Spirits flown
That us'd to hedge in Kings, and Shield the Throne,
When by the bloody Traitor's cursed Steel,
The first, and best of Men, the Godlike Henry fell?