They planted the seed for an institution
In the heart of Exeter,
Within walls of Georgian grace it grew
To a seat of mental growth,
And in its quiet inner spaces
Science found its home at last,
Alongside Literature’s roosting raven
And Art feathering its nest.
Generations have passed through its boughs
Since the tree assumed its place,
But now the limbs grow weak,
Its structure visibly decayed,
Until cries are heard for resurrection
To restore its former strength
And return to the mighty oak
What once the seed possessed.
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