ORIGINAL CHARADE.
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My rrasr lies coled in dismal glen.


Away from the searching gaze Of men;


ftshuns mankind in its dreafy gloom,
A soulless fend in soulless Iomb,


Till strong men. lured BY its sickning breath
Rush madly on TO Wasting death; npT
And then il spreads IFS poisonous lave
O'er the venomed dews offs victims grave.
My NEXT hath prize in its Hill top store,
From the bowers green 10 the far sea shore,
With giant strength il gives grasp,
lAndtholds ths. earth in its stern-like clasp.
And over the land, and over the brow ~
OF yonder towering mountain now,
Towards the sea. towards the sky. aaA
My second 6xes its wandering eye. a
My WHOLE, when the pilgrims here below
Were drinking the bitter cup Of woe, !.
And as they stoped with gasping breath.
The sight ofits form was worse Than DEATH
1t ne'er was drained by earthly hands.
On the ocean clear or in, distant lands; a0
And yet its stream was quafed by him ~
Whose glance is the Light Of the ,cherubn.
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