FOR THE COUNTY POST.
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When the Lord by his fiat from chaos and night, Created the heavens, the world, and the light;

 In his voice was heard, in his Sat was seen,

 And no light had existed, had never been.

 In disgrace and in exile constantly roam

 Estrang'd from my country, my parents, and home; In this world I'm stranger, and never can dwell Nor on earth nor in water, nor heaven, nor hell Yet unhurt by such treatment proudly arise To play in the lightning, and dwell in the skies, But to live in the so. m, all my efosts are vain, For tho heard in the wind, am arownd in the rain. Without no riches can ever be made, No ills can exist if I lend not my aid. As cannot give pleasure help to give pain, Whereso 'eer vice exists tiumphantly reign; And tho confess in enmity lie,

 Yet in friendship at last shall certainly die. And to me, howe'er wicked, this praise will belong, That I'm always in right, but am never in wrong. On the fair an attendant Pm heard in her sigh, am seen in the fire that beams from her eye, In her dimple>of pleasure carelessE sit, And am found in the midst of her red rosy lip. Enigmas and Riddles, wit, spirit and all, With me have their being, without me they fall; Still Pm easy to find, and am sure if you try shall soon meet your ear if don't meet your eye. For plain is my meaning that even in night, You will hoar me and see me as if it were light Some call me a selfish and troublesome elf, If prose any longer you'll think so yourself; So I'll candidly tell you, to save you tle pain Of puzzling and thinking, some moments in vain. That form the Enigma, whate'er it may be, Yet it owes only half its existence to me.