294. A CHARADE
Veiling the leas, my first may steep
Late autumn’s listless air;
And with my tainting second creep
On idle spade and share.
When happy days link soul to soul,
And sunny faces shine,
May both combined, a subtle whole,
Be far from me and mine!
295. A CHARADE
By Mark Lemon
Old Charlie Brown, who a big rogue was reckoned,
Was brought up at my first for making my second;
He was fined, and because he no money would pay
Had to work with my whole on the King’s highway.