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383 Exhilaration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand The Soul achieves—Herself— To drink—or set away For Visitor—Or Sacrament— 'Tis not of Holiday To stimulate a Man Who hath the Ample Rhine Within his Closet—Best you can Exhale in offering.
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