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_Yet these Remains we now behold, Which tow’ring once in Hills arose; Shall from a new and fairer Mould A new and fairer Earth compose: Which to her Fate shall owe her Bloom, And rise more lovely from her Tomb._
_Yet these Remains we now behold, Which tow’ring once in Hills arose; Shall from a new and fairer Mould A new and fairer Earth compose: Which to her Fate shall owe her Bloom, And rise more lovely from her Tomb._