ACROSTIC CHARADE.
THE WORDS. Land renowned in song and story, With wide empire for thy meed, Stooping from thine ancient glory, Hear thy youngest infant plead. Send her guardians, send her nurses, For her mind's and body's health; Send her men with well filled purses, To explore her hidden wealth. Send her earnest workers, who will . .Make her.worthy thy renown; She will be a sparkling jewel In thy radiant triple crown. THE LETTERS. Down CooK| fat cheeks I cause salt tears to roll; I fill with anguish her romantic soul. The fairies sip me from the wild hedge, rose. In my dark depths a goblin furnace glows; I fill whole pages of some modern books, And make the village gay with happy looks. At the garden gate he comb'd his milk-white steed. A graceful tree with an unpleasant seed. On Hastings'field I laid poor Harold low, And in earth's secret caves I brightly glow.
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Lyttelton Times, Volume VIII, Issue 514, 7 October 1857, Page 3
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154ACROSTIC CHARADE. Lyttelton Times, Volume VIII, Issue 514, 7 October 1857, Page 3
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