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In sliding along to the sleigh-bells' blithe sound,
O'er rivers, and meadows, and snow-mantled ground. Then hurrah for the Palace, the ice king, the snow; Around them let mirth and hilarity flow, Hurrah for our Governor, country, and main, And God bless our loved Queen, and long may she reign. * * * * * THE FABLE OF THE SPHYNX _Facts gathered from a lecture by George Chainey, of Boston, U.S._ Oh! the image and the fable of the Sphynx! What lessons do they teach, What sermons do they preach Of the riddle and the mystery of life! 'Tis a union of brute force and love sublime. A female face and head To a lioness form are wed, Embodying strength and purity divine. |
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