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Therefore your halls, your ancient colleges, / Your portals statued with old kings and queens, / Your bridges and your busted libraries, / Wax-lighted chapels and rich carved screens, / Your doctors and your proctors and your deans / Shall not avail you when the day-beam sports / New-risen o'er awakened Albion No, / Nor yet your solemn organ-pipes that blow / Melodious thunders through your vacant courts / At morn and even; for your manner sorts / Not with this age, nor with the thoughts that roll, / Because the words of little children preach / Against you, ye that did profess to teach / And have taught nothing, feeding on the soul.