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Another Version of the same.
White-hall , a Palace impious and accurs'd,Where bloody Violence, Treachery and Lust
Had revel'd Ages, now her Date expires,
She glows and blazes with revenging Fires.
While Albion's Genius on a flaming Cloud,
Smiling and joyful round the Bonfire rode:
He saw each Building sink its lofty Head,
And cleanse its black Guilt with atoning red.
But when the sacred Pile began to smoke,
That sent the Tyr---t to the fatal Stroke;
Stop here, ye Flames, he cry'd, These Walls must stand
Th' Avengers of our Blood, and Guardians of our Land.
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