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CHARADE.
A bark from Tagus' golden strand,
My first floats on the stream;
Go seek it where the Emerald land
Smiles with her brightest gleam.
My first floats on the stream;
Go seek it where the Emerald land
Smiles with her brightest gleam.
My second through my first pursues
By turns its winding way;
And when descend the twilight dews,
And Bacchus bears the sway,
By turns its winding way;
And when descend the twilight dews,
And Bacchus bears the sway,
My whole the imprisoned spirit frees,
Whilst loud the jest and song
Are borne upon the evening breeze
In joyous notes along.
Whilst loud the jest and song
Are borne upon the evening breeze
In joyous notes along.
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