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Charade No. 9.
Distant from the noisy town
Sits my first and next alone,
In my ivy-wreathen whole,
Loved and blessed by many a soul.
Sits my first and next alone,
In my ivy-wreathen whole,
Loved and blessed by many a soul.
More than on my first, I ween,
With his brethren he hath been;
But my third hath touched his brow,
And he waits in silence now;
With his brethren he hath been;
But my third hath touched his brow,
And he waits in silence now;
Hoping soon to see the day
When his second, far away,
May replace his trembling voice:
This shall make his third rejoice.
When his second, far away,
May replace his trembling voice:
This shall make his third rejoice.
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