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by Mr. O---on sending me some more Charades I vainly thought my powers of puzzling past And ev'ry latest effort was the last But such the energy your wants bestow Your high commands have bid the current flow Yes fair Augusta while immur'd on high You scrape acquaintance with the neighb'ring sky Your humbled bard, [[unclear]] Jack, is toiling To keep your sober intellects from spoiling Lest the dire ills which now the frame pursue Should bring contagion to the talents too -- I heard a whisper from the God of song The words thus warbled as they pass'd along -- "Augusta sick awakes the muses fears "And all Parnassus now is drown'd in tears "Bring me my phials & the medicine pour "Augusta sick, e'er long shall pine no more "From her frame, chastis'd disease shall fly
