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On the Destruction of the Main Building
By MEREDITH NEILL POSEY
|Lone Goth, stalwart,
crowded, towering, still in mellow strength undaunted,
Giant of earlier days, strong in thew and sinew,
Age creeps on you, ivy-tendrilled,
Age your headsman's axe.
Dust of ages long ago clings about you now at last.
You have marched thus far with time, but-
Death awaits you!
buildings snatched from a fire-doomed fall,
Killers come to you with bars and