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Charade No. 1.
The veiling shades of night departed,On Lebanon's heights was a rosy glow,
When the serried ranks of the Lion-hearted
Prepared for my first at the Moslem foe.
A voice was heard, like a clarion proud,
Forth, forth to battle, to glory go!
To my lovely second I solemnly vowed
To crush the insolent Moslem foe.
And forth they went, but the voice was stilled,—
A stroke of my whole had laid him low;
By other hands was the vow fulfilled,
For they tamed the pride of the Moslem foe.
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